Magic Emperor 182 Novels & Stories

I expected Ragnar to leave eventually or at least return to work, but instead he remained near the fire reading through reports stacked along the table nearby while I settled carefully against the edge of the bed. Neither of us acknowledged how strange this situation was. The Tyrant Emperor allowing a sacrificial Omega into his private chambers should have caused outrage across the empire. Which meant someone would absolutely hear about it by morning. Good. I rested back slowly, ignoring the dull ache still pulling through my side. The bed was warmer than expected. Dangerous thought. I closed my eyes briefly. “You’re staring again,” I muttered. “I’m thinking.” “That usually ends badly around

The air between them literally sparked, the golden fire of Dante’s Alpha aura violently clashing against the suffocating, pulsing red blood-magic of the Emperor. Valerius didn’t draw a sword, not even once. He didn’t need one, at all. The Emperor lifted his massive obsidian-plated hand. A thick , whip like tendril of dark red energy shot out, fast as a bullet. Dante moved, dodged, and the tendril sliced through the space where his head had been a heartbeat ago, carving a deep, smoking trench into the cliffside behind us.

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

Bastian shouts after flipping upside down to avoid my charge. "The egg is perfect and glows brightly." We're all laughing with their congratulations flying through my head when a burst of magic shakes us. Our merriment abruptly stops. "What was that, Mother?" Cantor asks. I know exactly what and who it is. After thousands of years my uncle has returned. His magic is dark and smothering. "Drakon," I shout, "and he's going after the egg!" I head toward my lair pumping my wings faster than I've ever pumped before.

I took a deep breath, having the Wizards as an ally would be great, precisely because I know that they can identify necromantic spells much more easily. "But we got three Arch Wizards, they don't want the Necromancer power to expand, so they'll help with our defenses," Anderson added. "Are they coming with our Emperor?" I asked, suspicious. "No! Ishtar managed to cast a teleportation spell and Soren is in her house." Anderson replied quickly. "Shit! I need Soren back as soon as possible!" I said exasperated. "From what Charlotte reported, our Emperor was completely out of his mind. He didn't recognize the people around him or even his name." Anderson explained.

Rico asked while Merlin was undressing my clothes. “I am a sorcerer. I was tasked by Aria, the goddess of the fox world to look for this person, Emir.” “Are you here to restore Emir’s memories?” “I hope so, yes. But I am just helping him out leading the right way. It does up to Emir if he’s soul would cooperate.” Draku handed to Rico the wooden bowl and slashed his palm with his claws. His blood dropped to the bowl. Merlin painted ancient symbols into my chest and forehead using Rico’s blood.

Shen Yi sat in the study chair do not know how long, Meng ran between the books on the table all swept to the ground, cold humming way: "Don't know the good or evil. " As he spoke, he took off his shirt and trousers and changed into a bright burgundy suit. "Naturally, the color is bright, " he said. "It's black and it's ugly. " Dressed in the mirror looked at a long time, the heart of the gas is quiet. Re-sit on the chair, found things on the ground, the heart again not happy up, cold hum a few, lift a leg to go out. Su Foam is resting, just listen to the crash when a, she teng of a sitting up from the SOFA. A See Shen Yi Anger Chong stand at the door staring at her, Su Mo in the mind Deng f

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

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.

The Emperor immediately left the Astraia Palace after hearing the said news. He has his Celestine sword at hand and disappeared in the thin air when he use his teleportation magic. In a span of seconds, the emperor arrives at the Cildreth Demon Realm and witness upon his very eyes the mayhem caused by the beast Cerberus. Dead creatures are scattered in the area. They are brutally massacred. It can be seen on their carcasses that they are not given a peaceful death, that they are bizarrely tortured before fully snapping the life out of their body.