Magic Emperor 203 Novels & Stories

“Look who decided to join the living. You missed a hell of a fight, Emre.” Emre cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from me with a slight, self-conscious clearance of his posture, though his fingers remained close to mine on the bedsheet. “Serdar… Mehmet. What happened out there?” “The demon and the ifrit’s threat is neutralized,” Mr. Mehmet explained calmly, moving into the light. “Manolya shattered his core, and the curse he laid upon you has broken entirely. That is why your flesh began to knit itself back together. But there is still residual dark magic clinging to the deep tissue. Now that you are fully awake I can finally purge it from your flesh.”

In the commotion, Laeddin touched my finger with one of his and I knew he'd done more magic. "Now that's settled, let's talk." Jagg paused in front of Laeddin and me before returning to his throne. He was the tallest gargoyle I'd seen, a giant. I shuddered to think what his wingspan would be. We'd never be able to escape if he came after us. The emperor returned to his seat and went back to brooding. "Bring them closer." He waved his hands. "Who are you and why are you here?" His question was directed at Laeddin.

Liam Mathews 25 years old. A cruel, possessive and powerful man. He is the firstborn of Douglas and Alina Mathews. As his father is ruling as the Emperor, he will be the next Emperor of the mafia world. He and his family live in California. Attending the wedding of his right hand, he saw a girl and fell for her at a first sight. For her, he was ready to kick his throne and he did. Douglas Mathews 57 years old, The mafia Emperor. He is cruel and powerful. He is the father of Liam, Aiden and Bryan. Liam is the more powerful son and capable to be the emperor and he declared him as the next heir.

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.

I cried out, my voice echoing off the empty rafters as I rushed down the concrete steps. He snapped his head up, his eyes entirely crimson, devoid of their usual brilliant green. Black veins were spider-webbing up his neck, pulsing with a volatile, dark energy. "Mercy... stay back," he choked out, his voice a distorted, demonic growl that sent shivers down my spine. "It's... it's too much today. The magic... it's burning me from the inside." "I'm not leaving you," I said defiantly. I scrambled over the low partition wall, my sneakers sliding dangerously on the slick ice as I ran toward him. The closer I got, the more the crushing pain in my own chest began to ease, replaced by a strange, mag

"This is it. His enemy is a level two warrior emperor. Do you think our Supreme Leader can defeat the enemy?" The Third Elder of Taurus Hall clenched his fist tightly as he was feeling nervous. Severin waved his hand at the front. Subsequently, a spiritual energy palm appeared with a light golden glow. "I think this attack is the best attack to represent the power of a level three warrior emperor. Mister Stewards, let's see if you can handle it!"

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

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.”

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.