Magic Emperor 221 Novels & Stories

"I was thinking of sending my son, Prince Eric, the best swordsman of the Blue Dragon Clan to the battlefield. He is also the best magician and have the strongest spiritual power of the Southern Border. He will do well in leading the battles. I hope his strategies and combat skills will turn this war victorious." Everyone didn't make a comment as they all knew what the Emperor said was true. Eric was considered to be a genius of this era. At the age of three he was able to wield a sword, by the time he turned six he was able to conjure up magical powers that his seniors could not. When he was twelve, he was able to handle fully grown monsters and demons. Now at his age, he is able to take on

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

I peer at him. “Uh… what is the correlation between emotions and a mage’s power?” Elias’ brows crease further. He sits at the edge of the bed and asks, “Why?” I lean back on the single-seater couch and look at him expectantly. “Yes, it does. Isn't it for everyone? Strong emotions like anger, shame, fear, and sadness influence a lot of people. It is not an exception for a mage either. While controlling our Element, if we are influenced by any stronger emotion and can’t keep ourselves calm then it might harm us or our opponent or anyone we are trying to protect.” Elias’ words made so much sense.

"We are not leaving you alone in it. This job is difficult. Assassins wanted to kidnap her. She's Mafia Head's wife. And pregnant. A lot of enemies, Devil." "Someone has to do it." Devil snarled under his breath. "Our men are keeping close eyes on him." Dragon said. "I should be your boss, so none of you could disobey me." Devil said in a cold and frustrated voice. They all laughed. "Should we call you BOSS? Or Devil The Boss?" Beta mocked. The corners of his lips curled up.

As for how he could achieve it, he was sure the King had plans for it. "To awaken your mage blood, you have to undergo a ritual held by a priestess, which is set to take place this month's full moon, three days from now," Lucius said. "This ritual… this won't harm me in any way, right?" "Why, are you scared?" Emery mocked. Lanver subtly glared at her. "Certainly not, Your Highness," he emphasized how he addressed her remembering how she corrected him the first time they met. "I just want to make sure you are not trying to get me killed and dishonor our agreement."

He froze, panting. "So, The Destroyer has awoken!" Magnus' voice boomed over the crashing of the waves, mocking him. Brand heard the mumbling and shifting of a crowd. He said a silent prayer to the gods that Astrid and Ulfhild had somehow escaped. "Get him up," the Chieftain commanded, and the now familiar giant hand grasped his upper arm and yanked him to his feet. He glared at Sigurd as he spat sand from his mouth. The man smirked at him, and Brand's wolf snarled. This time, he didn't try to mask the sound and was rewarded with a look of uncertainty crossing the giant's face.

SWOOSH! A wave of spells hit the Skelewolves, sending them flying backwards. Damien and Nine, who were nearly buried under the debris of creatures, manage to squeeze out to find Timur and several faes chanting their magic. “Where is the Emperor?” Damien yells. “He has been sent off to find the Empress!” Timur exclaims. “We do not have time!” Several more Skelewolves are attacking them but Timur uses his magic to fend them off. Nine is tired but keeps on cutting down the creatures.

She glared at Jeremy and then ignored him after that. "I didn't expect to meet someone with such high attainment. That girl and the old man are probably from one of those hidden sects," Severin muttered after observing the situation from afar. "High attainment? Do you think so? Are they from a hidden sect?" Megan asked in surprise after hearing what Severin said. Severin nodded. When he saw Diane and Sheila looking at him, he said, "She's a level eight warrior emperor, and the old man is a level nine warrior emperor. I don't think there's anyone in the whole of Dracodom that could match their level."