Magic Emperor 201 Novels & Stories

He roared with pride. "It’s the start of the bloody night. It’s the beginning of my era. Be prepared for hell. Be prepared for the immortal life of your Ferocious Emperor. I am the LORD. I am the Power. No one could stop me. No one could deny to obey me. Just a few days, and I will rule over the world". He shrieks while raising his hands in the air.

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

And also the very exotic resort I now own. I'm meeting with the appointed head of operations of the winery who in charge of running things, he's going to fill in on things. "Miss Sofia Sanchez, right this way. I'm Richard Malcardi." A tall well dressed man introduces himself to me curtly motioning me into the winery. "Richard Malcardi head of operations?" I ask walking in. "Yes Miss," he answers with a nod. "Should we start with a tour? Or we should get right to business?" He asks.

I paused. "But before I get the band, let's torment them with my own powers first." I completed and I laughed evily with the sound of my laughter resounding in the whole palace. "I'd be the only great one. I'd control everything. Everyone would be under my rule." "The real war has just begun." I roared. TBC... Quick question guys: Sage says he isn't with the band. Megan on the other hand, as well, discovered the band is missing. Then, who is with the band?

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.

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.

“What’s plan B?” Finally making my way in front of him, I mockingly patted his shoulder. I watched as his form slowly loosen at my encouraging grin. “Plan B is for you-” Hands shapeshifting into claws, I dug them into the meat and bone of his shoulder, ripping off his arm with minimal effort. “-to get that stitched up before you bleed all over my freshly cleaned floor. Well this isn’t actually plan B, but this will help get you off my bad side if you listened to what I said.” I ignored his screams of pain, too busy staring at the blood that was dripping from my claws. I turned around, sucking the blood off as I made my way back to my chair. “Also, be a champ and tell the nearest servant that

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

“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.