Magic Empero Novels & Stories

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

A man wearing a white button up shirt came out of it with a proud smile on his face as he reached him to glance through the rolled down window. "Woh woh...you have done your job pretty well hn!" Emir said glancing at the lifeless body lying on the ground indicating how miserably he had died. " Tamam Tamam.(okay okay)" He said raising both of his hands as he earned a glare from him. He knew that was his job but he couldn't come because of his personal chores in which he was quite busy these days. "I know you are Gareth Blade who isn't afraid of anything but you should be careful. A girl has seen you." Emir was from Turkey as he bought some shares in Gareth's company but indulged himself in ma

They are led to the throne room where the queen of the witches sits. A woman steps forward and approaches the group. “Hello Rex, welcome back and who are they? So I can introduce them to the queen? " asks the woman. “I am Hector. Nice to meet you,” says Hector. “I am Ash. Lovely to meet you,.” says Ash. “I am Ruby, beautiful dress, .” says Ruby. The woman smiles and steps back. “My queen: Rex, Hector, Ash and Ruby from Ember City,” says the woman. The queen motions them forward. Hector and Rex come forward. Ash and Ruby stay back a few feet. All bow lightly out of respect for the queen.

He lowered her very gently to the ground, despite her clear objection, and made her stand in front of him, with his hand around her waist, and with his other hand he held the cover over her shoulder, so that it would not fall off her body, and he said to him: “This is my mate Emilia.” He hesitated a little at first, before he looked at her with intense love as he said “My love, this is the king of the giants, Perun.” He clenched his teeth very hard when he saw her smiling stupidly at him, but as soon as he saw how perun's gaze froze on Emilia, and his astonishes gaze turned into one that shone with clear admiration, until the fire burned inside him, and volcanic lava spewed into his veins fr

the Dark Emperor said, “the Saimin… Majutsu. He shall be… one of us.” Aki was aghast. The Hypnosis Spell was supposed to be a specialty of her clan and related to the memory wipe. If it was true that the Dark Emperor could execute it, the Temujin that they knew would be gone forever.

Megan bit her lips and pleaded, “My Good big brother, please. You have to help me!” In a week, the Emei sect was going to host a conference in Donghai City. Megan’s close friend, Miranda Fox, was an Elder of the Emei sect. Miranda was in her thirties and was very gifted as she was the youngest Elder in the sect. Not only that, but she was also the prettiest Elder. She had been stuck as a Level Five General Master for a very long time, and Megan knew Miranda would be pleased if she could give her a Godly pill during the conference. Meanwhile, a guard walked out of the entrance and spoke into the megaphone.

Her fingertips hovered above an ancient spell inscribed in fading ink, one she had studied night after night. A spell to shatter bonds. A spell to shatter fate. "There are shields older than prophecy," Emereah whispered. "Older than the Elders, older than the packs. Even older than Vladimir." Vera crept forward. "What are you doing?" Emereah swiveled around. Her eyes, no longer merely flame—they were storm and devastation now. A soul forged in sorrow, tempered in falsehoods. "Preparing." Vera observed her, then nodded.

But one man, sitting near the back with a gold ring on every finger, did care. He stared. Not like he wanted me. Like he wanted to figure me out. --- His name was Emilio. I’d heard it whispered by a drunk guy earlier. He worked for Santiago Torres, the club’s owner— handled money, deals, and sometimes even threats. He was dangerous, but his smile looked friendly, which made him scarier. I was wiping the glass table next to his when he leaned forward. “You’re new,” he said, his voice smooth but sharp. I froze, my rag still on the table.

But I refused to touch her. Bella raised her brow, and her gaze fell upon my plain robes. "Look at my terrible memory. How could you wear such common clothes? You are the empress consort, the most noble man under heaven." Dead set on making up for her past sins, she ordered the entire contents of the imperial treasury to be delivered straight to my palace. "Josiah, didn't you used to love treasures? I'll give them all to you, alright?" I remained silent. I had never actually cared about these jewels. I had only gathered them because they could be sold for cash in the modern world to pay for Mom's treatment.

She was still catching her breath, sweat cooling against her skin in the night air, when a servant in unfamiliar livery approached across the yard, bowing stiffly before extending a sealed envelope. "For you," the servant said, voice carefully neutral. "From the summit's presiding council." Sera broke the seal with trembling fingers, and felt the whole yard seem to still around her as she read the single line written inside, formal and cold. Your demonstration tomorrow will determine whether Ember Academy retains the right to train fire affinity at all. Perform poorly, or too well, and the outcome may be identical.