Magic Emperor 187 Novels & Stories

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

Among the negotiations with other dark magicians, in which they were shrouded in mystery, they were talking about their latest travels, in their Further in the corner, as if no one knew, there was Shimao, that womanizer was talking once again about his business and his conquests. An albino boy, almost translucent with an affected look, his brute bodyguards, who were there giving gifts with a sour look that only he had, of course secretly, they always made out, hiding the fact that they were lovers, due to the fact that the only one when he caught in a more than intimate interaction with his teacher, instead of handing him over, grabbed him there to have a threesome with that, he maintained h

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!

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?”

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.

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.

They must be mistaken for sure. "He is my first in command. I don't think he can do anything about it" "You'll be surprised my King at what others are capable of" Sia hummed, her eyes focused on the pool. It was kind of embarrassing to admit but out of three of them, Sia made me question the most. She was different than the two of them and too creepy for my liking. "He's just a demon!" "We know but you don't know that he's more than that" Mia forwarded me what look like in ancient parchment. Staring at her for a few seconds I looked at the writing. It was in Latin of course but lucky for me I took up Latin while in high school.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

“SOMEONE TOOK AN EGG!” Soon, I am running toward the lights of town. “STOP!” I am ordered and I do. “Give back the egg.” “I am Prince Theodore of Werewolves. This egg is an immortal dragon from a Werewolf. I demand to see your King so I can take this egg to the werewolf nest,” I exhale, after my speech. “Come on,” a warrior directs me. “I will hold that until the King decides,” Mag appears out of breathe, and reaching for the egg.

It looked like a cathedral made for war. Above him, three voices echoed. “…The summoning was a success,” said a calm, proud baritone. Victor glanced up, eyes squinting at the figure seated on the high throne. Emperor Melikor. He was older than Victor expected, gray at the temples, a short beard tracing the edges of a strong jaw, but gods, he wore age like power. Shoulders broad, arms resting on the throne like he was carved from it. His robe was gold-trimmed navy, but it couldn’t hide the shape of a still-fit body beneath. His face held the gravity of a thousand decisions, but his mouth was sensually cruel.