Living With The Emperor Novels & Stories

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.

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.

I shrugged my shoulder and leaned my chin on my hand. “On the other hand..” He tapped his finger on the Southwest part of the map and his eyes turned darker. “The Emperor sent a suspicious troop towards the Halloway Kingdom. It is known to the whole empire that their tax has been increased due to some “political” reason—which we all know is just the Emperor’s greed. The people who are living in rural places have been stricken with poverty due to the drought for the last two years. Those men who couldn’t afford to pay the tax will be forced to work by the government in the city. Their women and children are captured and sold as slaves to the neighboring countries. I believe the reason why the

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.”

The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man. Someone stumbled in, his voice filled with despair. "Don… our last restaurants and shipping companies… they're gone too. The banks are calling in debts, and our enemies are already waiting outside." Vincent did not move. He looked like a statue. "And… and…" the man's voice shook as if he might break down. "We just received news… Sofia… she had a miscarriage… in the dungeon…" Vincent's eyes finally moved. Empty. No grief, no anger. Just a hollow, lifeless stillness.

Emperor Tyler took another swig of rum, mumbling to himself. Wilbur fell silent. There might be people who envied the emperor's life, but Wilbur did agree that it did feel like the emperor was living a life of imprisonment. Emperor Tyler was the royal monarch, and all eyes were on his every word and move. This trapped all of him, body, and soul. Wordlessly, Wilbur raised his glass. Emperor Tyler smiled, and both men drained their glasses once again. The bottle of rum was empty not long after, but Emperor Tyler did not seem to have drunk quite enough yet and opened another bottle.