Magic Emperor 223 Novels & Stories

"You promised you were the anchor." She pushed magic into him—gentle, healing warmth. But his body felt like a void. It absorbed the magic but didn't react. "Useless," a voice rasped. Saoirse spun around. The Emperor was pulling himself out of the wreckage of his throne. His exoskeleton was sparking, one leg dragging uselessly, but he was alive. And he was furious. He raised a gauntleted hand. A plasma cannon built into the arm whirred to life, glowing red.

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

said Coralis. “He’s decent, I worked with him a few times,” said Sonylla. “For our District V, in the most central part of our territory, we have recruited a mage who has been loyal to us for decades, helped us train fierce warriors and has proven to be one of our greatest assets to help us navigate this war, despite being one of the Most Wanted Witch across the globe. Emery has joined our ranks as a sub-elder, and he will now be known as High Mage Emery,” said Ellya.

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

I felt a gentle pulse of magic brush against my skin. “Fascinating,” the archmage murmured. “Your soul is too strong for this vessel. It is like trying to pour an ocean into a cup. The world resists it, yet you remain stable. How?” “I refuse to break,” I said simply. Valerian chuckled. “Pride like that is dangerous. But useful.” Magnus crossed his arms. “Can you help him control it?” “I can try,” Valerian replied. “We will start with simple exercises. Learning to balance the flow. If we do not, the instability may grow. It could affect the palace itself one day.”

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.

I turn to look at the owner of the voice and my breath hitches. I am not sure if my concussed head is the reason, but I think I have never seen a being so ethereal in my life. Not even Clyde Basilisk looked like this in my eyes. The man’s height is similar to that of the Dragon Lord’s. His features are sharp and almost like that of the Dragon king’s and it is obvious to me that they are somehow related, but still, the strange attraction that I feel towards him, at first sight, is slightly concerning seemingly because I have never been this drawn towards someone. However, what draws my attention is the scar that runs from just above his left eyebrow and ends just below his left eye. The jagge

Kana beckoned him to sit beside him. Jeon obediently sat and directly munch on the cinnamon in the tea table. He's already 5 months pregnant and V is really taking care of him, treating him like a fragile glass. "I called you here today for a series of tasks, let's start with RM, you need to utelize your men, prepare medicines and antidotes, the Emperor will head to Yuan Empire." They need the supply for medicines in the battlefield as well. RM bowed, "You can rest assure Your Highness I will take care of 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.

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