Magic Emperor 231 Novels & Stories

"Are you going to turn around and face me, or am I going to have to put one in you and see if you still remember your lessons?" Hands raised to his chest Sethlzaar rubbed away at a phantom bruise. The owner of the voice had been responsible for a few things in his past, mostly inflicting pain with arrows with dull points designed not to pierce but still carry the piercing pain. He turned around and cracked a genuine smile. "Priestess Emeril."

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

As before, the pendulum only but spins in circles, stopping briefly and then spinning again and again. I can see the white-hot anger start to build in his eyes as his spell seems not to be working. But yet, he is determined. He stands from his chair and drops the pendulum on the table. He lifts his hands to hover over the map and starts chanting a spell that reaches the height of his voice. We watch in anticipation as the white light starts to consume his hands. Then just as the table starts to tremble, everything becomes still again. He looks at me rather out of breath, "I have found him. Let us go before the others get to him."

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

“She won't grow to be a teenager. I'll take care of that.” The last one who spoke with such indifference was Vlad Dragoesti. Still, his lips kept trembling when he said that. It was visible. Before that, his face expressed slight fear, especially when the other one told him he lost something when the antimagic hit him. The other one who was scared like a baby, childishly complaining, was the great Prince of Dark Magic, the Almighty Lord Tyblisium who no longer seemed so big, or so powerful, considering what happened. “Now we have on our side an elf ... or rather a dark elf,” said the wizard Vladimir Dragoesti grinning.

Arric yelled out as he moved his play piece to corner my King on the chess board. “Must you yell?” Past Azura winced as she covered her ears, but in a playful manor. “I think everyone in town heard you.” “Oh come on! This is the first time I have beat you in this game. I am ready to go to the top of the mountain to let the whole world know that for the first time in thousands of year's I, Arric Chasm, have over powered the Dragon Queen.” I snorted at that comment. This was the first time I was referenced as a Queen. While it was technically true, the idea of being Queen sounded weird. I was anything but regal.

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.

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."

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

That was when a Gost mage cracked its secrets. There was an image of the mage carved on the tablet. Upon closer inspection, Adrian could tell that the Gost emperor had favored this man. The mage proclaimed that the meteorite would be able to cure the emperor's illness. More importantly, he would be able to raise an army. The emperor believed this and allowed the mage to cure him with the worms from the meteorites. The mage also gave the emperor an undead army—zombie guards that were controlled by worms. Through this, the emperor was cured and received a powerful army. The citizens of Enigma City came to worship the meteorites like gods. Using his newfound army, the emperor went on a skirmish