Magic Emperor 221 Novels & Stories

“Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.” A woman strode out of the ruins of the mage college. She paused, looking over at us, and the wind caught in the edges of her black cloak, and swirled the long tangles of her hair. Fierce, I thought, and arrestingly beautiful in the way of a wild creature, her eyes glowing like topaz within the black smeared deliberately in a band across her eyes, as if she wore a mask. Fingers had dragged the black down her left cheek in lines, and up her right temple.

Shen Yi sat in the study chair do not know how long, Meng ran between the books on the table all swept to the ground, cold humming way: "Don't know the good or evil. " As he spoke, he took off his shirt and trousers and changed into a bright burgundy suit. "Naturally, the color is bright, " he said. "It's black and it's ugly. " Dressed in the mirror looked at a long time, the heart of the gas is quiet. Re-sit on the chair, found things on the ground, the heart again not happy up, cold hum a few, lift a leg to go out. Su Foam is resting, just listen to the crash when a, she teng of a sitting up from the SOFA. A See Shen Yi Anger Chong stand at the door staring at her, Su Mo in the mind Deng f

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

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.

Then Hai Mingyue continued with another question that Long Chen immediately hesitated to answer. “How powerful is the Blood God? And how confident are you that we can win if we find the Dragon Emperor’s palace?” That was the question Long Chen couldn’t answer right now. He himself was very unsure of how confident he could be in winning. Long Chen couldn’t answer, so he could only shake his head at Hai Mingyue.

Eric gritted his teeth and launched a flying kick. Andrew blocked it with one hand, but he suddenly felt his vision blur. Eric's Phantom Mirage had already activated silently. Andrew stood still, looking as if his mind had really been controlled. Eric laughed smugly, his eyes spinning with swirling shadows. He stepped forward to pat Andrew's shoulder, boasting, "It's not just you who's progressed in two years. I've now officially stepped into the martial emperor rank! With the Phantom Mirage on top of that, even against a peak martial emperor, I won't back down!"

his advisors called out worried at his rashness. “My son should be coming through that region very soon with Markus, I have a feeling Ean knows, I cannot stand by and do nothing. Send a message to General Marcia to meet me there, she commands the sky army and would arrive quite quickly” he said before closing his eyes and calling out, “come Mhurl, my son could be in danger.” At these words a giant shadow fell over the area in front of the palace where the emperor was standing and a great red dragon landed onto the ground with a roar. The emperor climbed gracefully onto its back, seating himself into the gold saddle and with a flap of its massive wings it shot into the air and towards the bor

JD said. “Mom and Dad will be thrilled. They love the girls.” Renzo smiled and JD smiled back at him. Renzo then turned to Miko again. “What did you find in Cupid’s laptop.” “I’m still deciphering some codes and passwords but I got some information about their boss. He called himself ‘Hercules’ and it was rumored that he was on par with Black Dragon’s skills.” Miko reported. Renzo scoffed in response and glance at the now expressionless JD. “Well, let’s see about that.”

Whenever the former emperor saw him, he always had a look of displease on his face; it was as if he saw Marcus as a nuisance. At first, when he was younger, he longed for the former emperor's approval. Hence, he tried his best on everything. Hoping that one day, the former emperor would be proud of him. Unfortunately, all of those were only his wishful thinking. As Marcus was too different from the former emperor and exceeded on everything especially in magic, he realized that he was often compared to the former emperor. It became worse when it was disclosed how his mana was too immense and his potential was too high. That in a few years time, he could become the youngest archmage in history