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.

He had to install hundreds of Javelin to be able to attack long range into the air. “Son, how many archers have experienced by our side?” asked the Emperor quietly. “Including me, there are about thirty,” replied Ezekiel. The Emperor slumped back against the throne. He was vexed and didn't know what to do. Thirty who used bow and arrow and some Javelin alone would not be enough to protect the capital. "Mages." As the Emperor, Ezekiel and everyone else was racking their brains, Heinrich suddenly came forward.

I need to do better or else…I might not be able to make it home… Slowly but firmly, I lifted my face up to look at the two men who held my fate in their hands. I need to be brave; I need to survive this, and I am going to make it home! “My deepest and sincerest apologies. My name is Rin Kamiya from the Town of Amber Leaves…as for my special talent…” I introduced myself in a firm and clear voice full of resolve before trailing off. My eyes widened in shock and recognition when I looked up at the Crown Prince’s face. Why was this man here?! Furthermore, this man is the Crown Prince of the Flame Dragon Empire?! The Empire that attacked and destroyed my village in a matter of days.

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.

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!"