Magic Emperor 183 Novels & Stories

"The emergency hearing is set for Thursday. That gives us two days to prepare everything." "What are our odds?" Camila asked quietly. "Honestly. Not the reassuring version." Priya considered the question carefully before answering, which I appreciated more than an easy platitude would have earned from me. "Honestly, I think we win the emergency motion. It's thin, and thin motions rarely succeed on their own merits. But I won't pretend Alessia hasn't surprised us before. If she has a witness we don't know about yet, our odds change considerably, and not in our favor."

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.

But across that boiling black water, Emperor Valerius kept watching his vanguard die. He stood on the high deck of his colossal flagship , and he didn’t look worried at all. Not even a little. He looked pissed. Profoundly, annoyed, like we were all late to something important. Slowly, he raised his massive obsidian-plated hands toward the sky. Instantly, air pressure dropped. The hairs on my arms stood up hard, and the Daywalker Amulet against my chest flared with this sudden warning heat. He’s doing blood-magic, my auditor instincts screamed.

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 emperor boomed, closing in on the trio with his ax. Turning around, Sage said, "Is this it for the three of us? I feel like I've exhausted all my energy." Strider and Remy were lying on the ground, no longer able to muster even an ounce of strength. The trio looked at each other, helpless to do anything "Time for you to die!" the emperor shouted and swung down his ax. There was no doubt he intended to send them off to meet their maker.

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.

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

Without a statue to form into, this new demon was only on our plane by his hold on my dad. "Miriam, Sydlynn," Dad said, "I'd like you to meet my old friend, Master Magus Theridialis, Demon Lord of the Third Plane." Wow. Third Plane. Dad was Seventh of the sixty-six, so that was pretty impressive. But a Third Plane magus... Dad had dug deep for an answer.

“What was that supposed to mean? I’m not like you. I’m a human.” “Says from a man whose wounds heal faster than ordinary humans.” Lanver’s forehead creased. “How did you know that?” Emery didn’t answer. “I am hundred percent sure I’m not a vampire,” Lanver insisted. Emery shook her head and said, “You talk to him, Lucius. I will be waiting with the others.” Then she left with a displeased face. Lucius heaved and went to the window. Lanver followed him with his gaze.

She hadn’t seen Lucius since their last argument and she felt better as he blew her the kiss because t meant that he wasn’t angry with her anymore. Emelda settled in her seat as the battle whistle went off. She was confident in her magic and she knew that none of them was going to die that day. Her magic? Emelda thought and just as the thought crossed her mind, she could feel certain darkness that followed. Following her instincts, Emelda turned around and her eyes met with that of King Barroc’s eyes. The weird king had been staring at her and she could see a back crow settling around his shoulder. “What in god’s name,” Emelda swore under her breath and she was suddenly drowned in fear.