Magic Emperor 204 Novels & Stories

Micah makes some unsettling sounds and tries to take a deep breath. I place my hands over his body, concentrate, and pray to the moon goddess to let me heal Micah. I can hear my parents’ howl. They are almost here. I try holding my wand over Micah, sobbing profusely in hopes my wand will work. When I realised no magic would be coming to my aid, I burst into tears. Micah weakly takes my hand, squeezes it gently, and tries to talk. ‘Shh, shh,’ I say, crying. What feels like a myriad of tears, fall from my eyes onto Micah’s face. ‘You’re going to be okay, Micah. You just need to save your energy, okay? My mother will be here any moment, and she will heal you,’ I assure him and begin to hum whil

What's the matter with him! "I knew it! My speculation was right. You're working under the director's orders, so that may explain why you seem so familiar. Well, personal orders perhaps. Tell me, what is your ulterior motive?" he said with gritted teeth. "I have no plans to nurture a viper in my bosom." As Ameira became part of the team, she thought peace would welcome her, but it's the other way around. "The sea of thousand lights you see. Up. Right above; floors of forty.

They all said as they tried to block their way, as they have this serious aura surrounding them, especially His Majesty who's emitting a black aura on him. Emperor Zerges chuckles, "Don't worry, I won't harm her, besides I have something to talk to her. If you all still can't rest assured, then why not wait outside of the Meeting Hall's door until we finished talking."He said. His Majesty glares at Zerges, "What are you trying to say to her?"

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.

It was the handsome second prince, who had been waiting for him—it was clear that the fat man had brought him here on the second prince’s orders. “Yo! Isn’t this the new kid? Do you want to play with me?” asked a large man, suddenly placing a hand on Tian Sen’s shoulder. Tian Sen didn’t know where he’d come from, but it was clear to him that the man was likely here to be toyed with by the second prince. Tian Sen simply remained silent, smiling, neither answering nor even avoiding the large man’s hand. At the same time, six men—led by the second prince—approached him, their gazes fixed intently on him. Judging by their strength, they were at least at the eighth or ninth level of the Body Refi

“Potentials? I don’t need no fucking potentials here. What about the Empress? She’s still not back?” “No, sir, and no one still knows about her and her husband’s whereabouts. Besides, one of the two potentials is ahead of her.” “What?” “Yes sir. The Empress is a three-elemental Mage. Zeda, the female potential, is a four-elemental Mage, while Adrian, the male potential, is a two-elemental Mage.” “A four-elemental Mage? That should be the first in how many centuries now?” “Yes sir. Both of them have ascended the Realm, so it’s possible for them to hit the five-element level.”

He shrugged. "Hah!! Delusional people." Doctor Tae clenched his teeth, offended by Zane's words. "Even if I am gay, I'd still have a better taste." He grumbled while rolling his eyes before crossing his arms and looked the other direction, expressing his disapproval. The absurdity cracked Zane’s tension for a single breath. "Then, by all means, cut your crap and tell me what three magical words you suggest, my lord?" Zane exclaimed, gritting his teeth.

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.”

Maverick pointed out a little less hostile. "I am." I did not hesitate. He actually looked surprised by my words. He should be anything but surprised. "You made me this way. I don't see why you are acting so surprised since you stabbed me with a sword that stole all the humanity I had." I stated nonchalantly. The room became silent and regret shined bright in Mavericks eyes. I looked away from him and turned my attention back to my book. "All tier 4-8 Gods will only be able to teleport and conjure up things." I explained once again.

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.