Magic Emperor 201 Novels & Stories

You are the bet and I’m the runner. "Do you think by copying me, you can become me? Don’t kid around. Your killing methods are damn lame. So, how can you be as great as I am?" She clenched her teeth, provoking the caller, whoever that might be. [ SHUT UP! I AM BETTER THAN YOU AND I AM MORE… MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU! YOU ARE ONLY A COPYCAT!!] Upon bursting in anger, Ameira heard the phone end, making her lips tremble in madness.

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.

He asked. "What do you think you can say or do that'll change my mind?" I huffed. "We'll see about that." He smirked. I watched as dragon appeared from nowhere and he lifted himself up to sit on the dangerous fire breathing animal. He raised his right hand and waved it slightly to the front. "Attack!" He ordered. Almost immediately, the large army charged towards us. I didn't know what to do. I never expected we'd be faced by this. "Megan!" I heard someone call for me.

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 might think you’re human.” “Shut up.” My words are sharp, clipped. He tilts his chin toward her as she walks closer. “She’s stunning, Dante. Admit it.” “I said shut up.” My fists clench tighter. He chuckles softly, low enough that only I catch it. “Your mother was right. This might not be such a bad thing, or a curse like you see it.” I glare at him, cold enough to cut glass. “One more word, and I’ll replace you as best man before the priest opens his mouth.”

This scene looked incredibly impressive. “Have you grown tired of your game?” Tyr walked over to Magus and teased. Magus’ magic dissipated before he turned to look at Dundeville, which was engulfed by raging flames in front of him. He ranted, “I got bored. This game is no longer fun for me, so I decided to wipe them all out.” After that, he noticed Max, who stood next to Tyr, which surprised him greatly. “Who’s this guy?” Max stepped forward and greeted Magus at once. “My name is Max Cheever. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Senior Magus.”