Magic Emperor 160 Novels & Stories

Guys, please answer me. ‘What is the fuss all about? You’ve been poking my barrier and it’s annoying,’ said a grumpy voice of the centuries-old mage – Merlin. A soft gasp escaped from Maleficent’s lips. “Oops.” Maleficent muttered under her breath when Damon turned to her direction – drenched in sweat as he struggled to keep on the defensive mode while the Grand Duke of the Nether World kept on releasing a series of massive infernal fire beam at the halfling prince. Maleficent did not miss how the green infernal flames of her father would dodge her location as if it was only meant to incinerate the halfling prince.

Ronan smirked and he said to her, "Your instructor wasn’t mistaken, all 5 are very popular with the warriors, the healing one is obviously the most popular and the counter poison one is quite rare in the market and very requested by us. The one of energy reserve can be used by warriors and by mages, the strength one is also appreciated by warriors when we fight against magic beasts because even if the magic pills of level 1 can increase our strength only for one or two minutes it is generally enough to win a fight. And finally the last one which is energy attraction can increase our spiritual energy absorption to facilitate the creation of our marks on our energy core, so there is a high dem

Zelia shook her head immediately, "No need. I already know you're not an old man. You're still handsome, your body is well-built and in my eyes, you're still in your 30s. You're really not an old man, I swear. How could a handsome at the same time hot can be an old man? R-Right?" The Emperor smirked, "To late to make excuses." He said as he devoured her lips. END OF CHAPTER 16

I ignored his speech. I stretched my hands to him and the white rays of mine hit him. He drifted backwards. I know I don't know much about my powers and the magical band, but I won't miss any chances. I'll make sure I get him down. I stretched my hands to him again and I attacked him with full force. He started to look weak.

But her eyes widened and her cheeks became slightly warm as she stared at the man without clothes on top who was bathing in his own sweat. His arms and back were huge and stiff, with a pencil still stuck on the left side of the man's ear, wearing only jeans that were quite roomy at the foot and wearing all-star blue shoes. Despite the simple appearance of this man, Ameira believes that God favored him when he created him with this magnificent body and features. His face is unimaginably handsome. Ameira noticed that he had a tattoo of an angel's wing on his back. Ameira was startled when Aleja suddenly turned to her. As he stared at the girl with serious eyes, he quickly drew a sly smile on t

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

Elias' words came back to her, loud and clear. 'So these two must have committed something heinous in order to acquire such auras.' She wondered sullenly. "His Majesty, he was talking bout mages," sir Leon clarified and the moment he did, his gaze seemed to pin on Erica whose focus and concentration vanished at once which resulted in the disappearance of the auras as well.

She was exhausted already when she woke up, now she used some high-level magics which cost her the last bit of mana. She tilted her head to find Azalia's corpse, but she found Azalias in sound health, that he only had some bruise. She became angrier, her red eyes almost popped out from the sockets, blue veins popped in her forehead. Seeing her crazy murderous but pitiful expression, Azalias forgot to retaliate, he just turned to run away. While running he glanced at his behind, he saw Princess Filuna squeezed out all bit of mana from her body and made a hand sign, and yelled, "Minnfangi."*

But even through the quiet violence of his touch, all she could focus on was him. His scent—clean, crisp, with the faintest hint of smoke—wrapped around her like a shackle. The glow from the city skyline seeped into the room, casting a halo of light around his sharp, impossibly beautiful features. His jet-black hair fell over his forehead, just brushing the long scar that slashed across his right eye. He was breathtaking in the most dangerous way—tall, broad, his toned muscles stretching beneath his dark shirt, his presence a storm of barely restrained power.

Kana beckoned him to sit beside him. Jeon obediently sat and directly munch on the cinnamon in the tea table. He's already 5 months pregnant and V is really taking care of him, treating him like a fragile glass. "I called you here today for a series of tasks, let's start with RM, you need to utelize your men, prepare medicines and antidotes, the Emperor will head to Yuan Empire." They need the supply for medicines in the battlefield as well. RM bowed, "You can rest assure Your Highness I will take care of it."