Magic Emperor 203 Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

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.

“Your Majesty. Lady Seraphine demands an audience. She says she has important information about the prince.” Ragnar’s jaw tightened. “Bring her. And summon Magnus and Archmage Valerian. They should be here for this.” We moved to the main audience chamber, Magnus and Valerian arriving shortly after. The old mage looked curious while Magnus looked ready for trouble. Seraphine was brought in under guard. She held her head high, but I could see the calculation in her eyes. “So,” she said, looking at me. “You have gathered your new protectors. How touching.”

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.

His name was Yama, the most senior Warrior of The Hunter's Guild. Yama was known for his deadly attack - capable of knocking down a buffalo with 1000 Health Points in a single attack. However, Yama's attack is ineffective against Magmar, a female-bodied World Boss with a long, snake-like lower body. Magmar is the summoner of lightning and carries a deadly weapon: two magic sword blades. Since Magmar is a magical creature, defeating her quickly requires magic weapons and Nebula energy. Meanwhile, Warriors like Yama relied on physical strength and Mingzhu energy.

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.”