Magic Emperor 182 Novels & Stories

Debris and freezing wind, as well as an overwhelming, draconic pressure, crashed down from above. A tall figure descended. Golden hair, golden-slitted pupils, and scales faintly emerged across the figure’s body. His features were sharp, cold, and utterly inhuman. He was the Dragon Emperor. He stood amid the ruins, his gaze like a blade, locking directly onto the golden tail around my ankle. My brain was completely short-circuited. The next second, a small, golden figure shot up from the bed. The little guy transformed mid-air into his dragon form—a small, golden-scaled dragon—and blocked the opening.

He was using black magic to drain their strength. Typical of him. He never believed in fair fights. Brooke lunged at me, but I dodged easily, enjoying his desperation. I closed my eyes and pictured him pinned against the wall. When I opened them, it happened. “No way…” he whispered. “Your eyes, you’re the Emperor. You pinned me with your thoughts.” I smirked. “I’ll give it to you, Brooke. You’re observant. Yes, I am the Emperor. Tell me, how do you want me to punish you?”

"Hahahaha! The Blood God? Are you looking for him, Dragon Emperor? All right! I’ll show all of you where the Blood God is!" The Blood Sect Master standing at the altar raised both his hands. Then, above the Blood Sect Master, a figure appeared—chained and with only half a body remaining. That figure looked extremely weak, and in front of it lay a blood-red pill the size of a fist. Although the pill was still half-finished, the aura contained within it was enough to startle all the gods.

Boom! The Grand Hart Lord felt the brush of danger and retreated with lightning speed. A gaping hole materialized where he stood, then separating him from Telmo. "Your real prize is the Red Blood Stone, isn't it? It's got to be tied to that dark magic you're practicing," Alexander's voice rang out, his figure materializing on the dais. Another semi-Empyrean had entered the fray. Telmo's heart skipped a beat. He had not expected two titans to set their sights on the Red Blood Stone. His prowess as a Lord of War seemed insignificant at this point.

Ganzorig protested, “that boy is a runaway slave. He’ll fetch a good price at the market in Dragon’s Horn.” “Do you… question,” the Dark Emperor asked, “the will of… Tamerlane?” He struck a menacing pose with his gloved hand and feminine neko-te (cat claws). His fingers were still smoking from the intense ki they had released. “N-no,” Ganzorig answered, avoiding the mask’s blank stare. “I j-just meant that…” “I shall… perform,” the Dark Emperor said, “the Saimin… Majutsu. He shall be… one of us.”

Monster Emperor Taras replied with a malicious grin. Monster Emperor Taras gazed at the sun with his red eyes as he gestured slightly. All the Suns started dropping towards Tsarayu at rapid speed Monster Emperor Taras turned to look back towards Tsarayu but found the spot empty. Before he could do anything, all the Suns dropped on the empty spot, creating loud explosions and craters. The whole ground was filled with them, but the ground below monster Emperor Taras was safe and sound As monster Emperor Taras knew that Tsarayu wasn't there, he looked around and saw something which made him cough a mouthful of blood due to anger.

For the moment he couldn’t yet open transdimensional portals at will, but fortunately once his soldiers were sent out, they could all receive his orders through communication stones that had a spatial rune on them. Once his Prophet left to communicate his orders to his elite soldiers, he returned to a dimension that his predecessors had created and began to meditate. This dimension was saturated with demonic energy which was the equivalent of spiritual energy for humans and the more he absorbed the more powerful he would become, it was only a matter of time before he found the golden dragon and The legendary mage and he had to be ready to welcome them properly. …………………….. Astoria world 2.01

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table b

"But then Kenshi safely got me to Hikari. He even asked houses if they could let me stay the night so I don't get cold in the night. I've felt how cold it is outside during the night." "Hmm, why don't you take some time and decide on it. He will always be around and let me tell you one thing about him," Miranda's featured painted playfully dark, sobbing an evil laugh. She moved close to Mizuko and whispered, "Get in trouble and he will be there faster than the lightning." "Faster than the lightning?" Mizuko leans back, face confused and eyes pierced at her. "Does he uses magic too? Is he wizard?" This is the only reason why Miranda finds Mizuko so annoying. The young girl is so slow when it

Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers. Empaler Aegaeus retaliated, and he created a massive vortex that included white electricity. He immediately released him, and many of Filius Bein's soldiers were killed. He retaliated, and he also created a black whirlwind and so did the emperor. Until they release it at the same time.