Living With The Emperor Novels & Stories

How could anyone be so perfect? The Emperor was so enamored with his future Empress that, after a few unsuccessful attempts to gain his attention, Dion moved to block his view. "Your future Empress is trash-talking you in front of an audience. Aren't you going to say something? Don't you have any dignity?" He instigated with a tone that said he wanted to see their house burn up in flames. Zeonen coldly snorted. "Dignity? What dignity? As an Emperor, it's a matter of great pride for me to see my future Empress isn't afraid to tell me when I'm wrong."

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.

RONA'S POV I heard Richard's words when he came to visit me, however I kept feigning unconsciousness. I pretended to be asleep while listening to the voices of people around me. "There seem to be lots of attacks happening nowadays. The emperor is often at the war front. He always defeats them but more keep sprouting. Being powerful is not an easy task, people that are after what you have will risk their lives, braving the consequences just to get a shot at power. No wonder the emperor became so ruthless. Lots of his subordinates and subjects have tried to betray him in the past, stabbing him viciously in the back. If not for his unfathomable powers, he would have probably died a long time ag

he said, and I smiled. “Thanks. I’ve been wanting to try the pool before we get to Planet Szol. Are you excited?” “Who wouldn’t be, Empress? We’ve been stuck orbiting Earth for years. I wish I could have gone down there. I’m really curious what it feels like to live on your planet. Looks like the Emperors enjoyed themselves a bit too. Humans are really interesting… especially in the, uh… sexual department.” He said the last part in a low voice, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

As I watched Dorian carefully apply the ointment to Celeste's wounds, I stood there deep in thought for a long time. Finally, I asked, "Your Highness, are you really going to give up your title?" For a moment, the room went silent. Finally, Dorian forced a faint smile, looking at Celeste with deep affection that he could not hide. He said, "In this lifetime, I only want to live for Celeste." I froze in shock, wondering if he had been reborn, too. Just then, I caught a fleeting glimpse of imperial purple robes beyond the doorway. However, the figure had already vanished.

Emperor Caden boasted arrogantly. "Us, barbarians?! Is that why your humans live in cages?! Is that why your own mate killed herself because she'd rather die than spend another day bound to you?!" King Ezra blurted. The room fell into an eerie silence, tension thick in the air. The Emperor's gaze fixed upon the Lycan King, his eyes filled with a cold intensity as if he was plotting a thousand ways to end his life.

King Urban said, “That old monk looks very perverted at a glance. He is not someone good. There is no guarantee that he is a monk that doesn’t follow Buddhist commandments. When he sees the stunningly beautiful Emperor, his lustful desire shows up, and he breaks the lust commandment. It’s hard to guarantee that!” Alex asked, “Is your Emperor very beautiful?” King Urban said, “Of course. It can be said that the incumbent Emperor Ghast is the prettiest one in tens of millions of years. Ask King Sandros if you don’t believe it. What was it like when I saw the Emperor for the first time? She almost couldn’t walk and slammed herself into a pillar. The pillar broke, causing her to lose a year of s

However, for Samuel, who was bold because of his excellent skills, this was just a piece of cake. Samuel counted the dried corpses on the wall. There were eight of them in total. It seemed that they were all the Emperors in the Royal Court in the past. The sudden outbreak of the strength of the last Emperor came from these dried corpses. "They're all dead, yet they're still being used. It's not easy to be the Emperor," Samuel said, clicking his tongue. Logically speaking, one should be buried in peace after death. A big shot like the Emperor should have a luxurious tomb, but their fate was to be hung in such a small room. They would not be able to live peacefully even if they were dead.

Devrim squirmed beneath the servants' touches. They pawed at his clothes and clipped his hair, even daring to shave the tiny bit of stubble from his face that he had spent months trying to grow. Outside of his duties as Emperor consort, at home he was generally left alone to his own devices. His personal servants knew he liked his space, and only assisted him when they were requested. In the wild, he had gone slightly feral. No one was around (except Aurora) to see what he looked like, and he had enjoyed the freedom. The amount of attention and preening that was now occurring was a shock to his system. The treatment was akin to torture.

She didn’t even question her rude action. “Who are you?” “Shadow?” “No, not that…” She pronounced it deliberately. “Who. Are. You? The role in the Underworld.” “Ah! You mean my position?” Juviana blinked. “... okay. The emperor.” “The emperor?” Cocked brow. “It may sound ridiculous as the title was reserved for the male ruler that united the continent, however, circumstances happened so, I became the emperor. Mostly to hide my gender for my own comfort. No one except SQE and Outcast knew the existence of the emperor and even the gender.”