Komik Supreme God Emperor Novels & Stories

“Someone might think you’re human.” “Shut up.” My words are sharp, clipped. He tilts his chin toward her as she walks closer. “She’s stunning, Dante. Admit it.” “I said shut up.” My fists clench tighter. He chuckles softly, low enough that only I catch it. “Your mother was right. This might not be such a bad thing, or a curse like you see it.” I glare at him, cold enough to cut glass. “One more word, and I’ll replace you as best man before the priest opens his mouth.”

“I’m very observant.” Silence. Then… Soren shook his head again. “You’re going to be a problem.” “I already am.” A knock sounded at the door. Soren stiffened. Then moved to open it. A servant entered. Bowed. “There is an order.” Soren’s expression tightened. “What order?” The servant hesitated. Then said carefully, “The Emperor requests the Omega’s presence.” Silence. I smiled slowly. “So soon?” Soren looked at me. Worried.

My body was covered in disgusting fluids that would dry and then be replaced with fresh ones, reeking of something foul. Sometimes I was conscious; sometimes I was passed out. In my delirium, I heard them saying, "She had a miscarriage. Wonder whose kid it was?" The listeners burst into laughter. "Probably everyone's, since we all had a turn." "I wonder what she did to offend the Emperor. Can't expect a good ending when you cross him." ... After they finished their outing, Dorian walked Celeste back to the Vale Manor. He especially brought me a honey cake, believing it was my favorite, to thank me for covering for them.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Aakash said. It was his suggestion to send them to his village. His uncle was a wrestler, including his cousins. Andrew could never imagine their whereabouts. They would be safe. I didn't want any distractions. "This is the time when no mistake would be accepted," I told them, darting my eyes at them. No emotion was playing on my face. I didn't open up to anyone. This was the first step toward becoming a successful businessman and the emperor. "Our men are keeping close eyes on his every move. If you allow, we should allow one of our men to let Max know that he's not alone."

You are correct. As I place my free hand on the Supreme's shoulder, he raises his head. With red eyes, large black bags form below his eyes. It was frightening to look into those eyes, swollen and lost. He was looking at me, yet it seemed as if he couldn't see me. "Supreme?" I called out, but he didn't react. "Supreme!?" It seemed like he was in some sort of trance. "SUPREME!" Milly, losing her "great" patience, shook the Supreme by the shoulders.

Alister’s mouth hung open. “Do you no longer bow to your queen?” My voice cracked like a whip. Instantly, they bent, scrambling to cover their mistake. “Aminda, your eyes…” Alister murmured. “Such darkness,” one Elder whispered. “No Witch Supreme has ever reached this level.” They were right. I still held the reins, but only barely. “Let Archibald Pruitt in.” --- Kian’s POV

No nonsense about accomplices all those years ago. When Hector started giving names, Kade felt himself smile. The smile of a hungry shark, freshly sated. He had the recording now—an admission, full and clear. It wasn’t legal or admissible, but in his world, that didn’t matter. It was enough. It was a weapon—a nuclear weapon, in this context.

Asalan Enlim says dismissing them all. They filed out leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reach the door frame. They now again and leave closing the door behind them. Silence engulfs them in the room as Una takes in the features she had not yet seen in the room. The intricate designs and pieces laid out across the room made no sense to her at all. "Are you the emperor they speak of?" Una asked taking steps down the bed stand to stand in front of him. He might be the emperor here but she was not from this timeline. She knew nothing about her at all. "What year are you from?" The emperor asked her.

For the Supreme Emperor, she’d be as insignificant as an ant. The supposed-to-be beautiful Blood Moon Banquet had turned into a massacre. Instead of an endless party and seduction to gain His Supremacy’s favor. They were right. The Supreme Emperor was a living god capable of annihilating the entire continent of Helvaris! Nesca had only one thought. Run! But her body wouldn’t budge even an inch. She had no idea he was this terrifying, and she lost count of how many deities she asked for help. ‘I can’t die right now…’ Her heart kept beating fast as the footsteps approached. She placed one hand against her chest, trying to calm her breathing.