Magic Emperor 176 Novels & Stories

Gasps and growls from the horrifying creatures and the giggling of the witches erupted as they watched Lucius walk away from the wooden pole. “Brother!” He called out to Axl who was busy talking to Mister Drake. “What are you doing, Lucius? You’re going to get yourself killed.” Emily jogged up to him with a worried look. She caught a glimpse of his hands elevating. He clenched and unclenched his hands, tiny sparks emerged from his skin and he grinned at her, “Thanks to you, I’m back.” Does that mean he’s fully regained his immortality? Emily became speechless. Words didn’t dare to form inside her mouth and escape so freely. Because of her, he’s back to what he was before. But this wasn’t sup

his advisors called out worried at his rashness. “My son should be coming through that region very soon with Markus, I have a feeling Ean knows, I cannot stand by and do nothing. Send a message to General Marcia to meet me there, she commands the sky army and would arrive quite quickly” he said before closing his eyes and calling out, “come Mhurl, my son could be in danger.” At these words a giant shadow fell over the area in front of the palace where the emperor was standing and a great red dragon landed onto the ground with a roar. The emperor climbed gracefully onto its back, seating himself into the gold saddle and with a flap of its massive wings it shot into the air and towards the bor

Chansey got up and walked away reluctantly. She even glanced at Henry, who kept his eyes closed the whole time. She put her clothes back on and noticed she looked better somehow—her skin felt smoother and more radiant. After Chansey left, Henry immediately focused on cultivating the methods of Emperor Medical Scripture to advance to an unprecedented level. As he continued, his vital energy grew stronger, permeating and strengthening his body. The Emperor Medical Scripture, combined with the mysterious demonic martial arts, Infernal Scripture, was incredibly powerful. One was strong and stable, while the other allowed for rapid progress and complemented each other perfectly. The Infernal Scri

I felt a gentle pulse of magic brush against my skin. “Fascinating,” the archmage murmured. “Your soul is too strong for this vessel. It is like trying to pour an ocean into a cup. The world resists it, yet you remain stable. How?” “I refuse to break,” I said simply. Valerian chuckled. “Pride like that is dangerous. But useful.” Magnus crossed his arms. “Can you help him control it?” “I can try,” Valerian replied. “We will start with simple exercises. Learning to balance the flow. If we do not, the instability may grow. It could affect the palace itself one day.”

I cried out, my voice echoing off the empty rafters as I rushed down the concrete steps. He snapped his head up, his eyes entirely crimson, devoid of their usual brilliant green. Black veins were spider-webbing up his neck, pulsing with a volatile, dark energy. "Mercy... stay back," he choked out, his voice a distorted, demonic growl that sent shivers down my spine. "It's... it's too much today. The magic... it's burning me from the inside." "I'm not leaving you," I said defiantly. I scrambled over the low partition wall, my sneakers sliding dangerously on the slick ice as I ran toward him. The closer I got, the more the crushing pain in my own chest began to ease, replaced by a strange, mag

Rex announced after his conversation with Fafnir concluded, which only took seconds. “Well…spill it,” Marcia said a little over eagerly and loudly, even Markus’s seemed to perk up, he was sure he was about to witness another piece of unbelievable magic he had only begun to see when he joined the inner circle of the emperor, magics only being possible by the Magnus family. He was so sure nothing was able to be done now, Ulna was on the precipice of fully gone now and yet, even now, Rex claimed he may be able to save the skylark, he was doubtful even Rector would have tried something this far along.

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

But before anyone could reach me, I pushed myself up. The hole was gone. Flesh whole again. I looked at my bloodstained hand, then at the soldier who'd fired. His face had gone pale. I rose slowly. "Your turn." He turned to run — I grabbed his collar and hurled him into his captain. Both went down in a heap. The captain scrambled up, fear twisting his face. "What are you—some kind of demon?" "I'm the man you'll never cross again." I seized his arm and twisted. Bones cracked like dry wood.

This is the first time that she saw her Majesty shattered his expressionless face. "Now I know why your room is gold."Zelia said while smiling at him making the Emperor stop from moving while looking at her smile. When Zelia realize that the Emperor stop from moving, she spoke, "What happen to you, Your Majesty?" The Emperor cleared his throat, "So... what are you talking about earlier about the gold?" Zelia smiled, "It's because of...."she stop from talking and her eyebrow wrinkled when she saw the color of the Majesty' eyes... it wasn't gold just like earlier but it was turned to brownish.

I peer at him. “Uh… what is the correlation between emotions and a mage’s power?” Elias’ brows crease further. He sits at the edge of the bed and asks, “Why?” I lean back on the single-seater couch and look at him expectantly. “Yes, it does. Isn't it for everyone? Strong emotions like anger, shame, fear, and sadness influence a lot of people. It is not an exception for a mage either. While controlling our Element, if we are influenced by any stronger emotion and can’t keep ourselves calm then it might harm us or our opponent or anyone we are trying to protect.” Elias’ words made so much sense.