Last Gate Of The Emperor Novels & Stories

"Your highness, we must make sure that you have no more accidents. The emporer is thinking about revoking you--" "I have four daggers I picked up off of the person I killed who annoyed me last night. Do you want to be the second life the set snuffs out." "Of course not. I plead for your grace, your imperial highness crown prince. I know that you are known for your intense devotion in the temple to the gods." "Get out." =//=

To make it short, after a debacle, it ended on Juan Miguel as the new emperor of the Gera Empire. “So, what now? Did you only plan to attack the mine of mana stones?” Lorenzo curiously asked. Santi’s left brow arched. “It depends on them. If they still had the energy to attack again, I’d make sure that the next one will be the imperial palace.” Santi replied cockily. Lorenzo laughed at him while Minerva helplessly shook her head. “After the spectacle that you did? I’d certainly applaud them if they insisted to pester you after this.” Lorenzo said as he laughed.

His gaze turned to Drake. "Well, it's your last chance. There's the door." Drake gestured with his thumb at his back at the door. "Run! You won't hear it from us again." He mocked, pushing him to the edge of madness. "Shoot him." He shouted to his men. The hall echoed with gunshots. His madness filled eyes dilated with shock when he witnessed his men's dead bodies dropping on the ground. He began to shout curses looking around him. Shock made his feet freeze.

“Without a clear successor for the Throne, we are all left in chaos. How long will it take the clans to find us a new leader? I can only hope that whoever they choose will push hard against terrorists such as these. “We cannot allow the chaos of fundamentalist forces to undermine our indomitable and glorious empire. Though their strikes have caused deep, lasting wounds on us, they are not enough to completely destroy us. “We shall prevail. “The Emperor is dead. Long live the Empire.” ~ “A toast!” cried Konleth. He was giddy as a schoolchild as he watched the report over ‘Cast. Both he and Gravoss were in their private booth at the Viper Pit. Though they were watching the news report rather t

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

Just ahead was a bridge. Gray water rushed beneath it and pushed up uneven waves. Our car came to a stop. We were blocked in front and followed from behind. Daniel had used his influence to create a temporary traffic closure, turning this stretch of bridge into a place where we could not escape. The car sat in the emergency lane. Rain struck the roof in heavy sheets. Morgan checked the locked doors again. She turned quickly, searched through the bag in the back seat, and pulled out a black flash drive. She pushed it into my clothing.

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

The analog seal, locked for ten years, completely disengaged. "I am not coming inside, Sovereign," Elias murmured into the camera, a faint, devastatingly proud smile touching his weathered lips. "A true empire cannot have two architects. The board belongs entirely to you. And to the King who protects you." Elias lowered his hand. He turned his back on the Valerius gates, and without another word, the ghost of the underworld began walking back into the shadows of the city, permanently abandoning his crown. Lucian stood perfectly still, his massive frame completely rooted to the floor as he watched the man vanish on the screen.

the emperor said loud and clear. “When we go to war, we send many of our men out there and many won’t make it back. I’m not going to hide behind these walls while my men go out there and fight…” Ren said through gritted teeth. Without waiting for his father’s response, Ren turned on his heels and began walking away. The emperor watched his son with an astonished look on his face. “Ren!” the emperor called his eldest son’s name loudly. “I will attend the gala as required. Excuse me, Father,” Ren said without turning to look at his father.