Magic Emperor 247 Novels & Stories

Duante's POV I bottomed out my drink. It pissed me off when she pointed the gun at herself. She was going to hurt her. I've told her I don't feel for her. Fu**! I can't keep her out of my thoughts. She is driving me crazy. It's a pure feeling. I don't want her forcibly. People didn't dare to come near me. Today I allowed them, because I wanted to prove my wife wrong. I'm an international businessman, not just it, I'm The Mafia Emperor. My eyes were searching for my girl. I saw remorse in her eyes when these girls were swaying around me to catch my attention which I ignored like always. I put the empty glass down and picked up the second one. I sipped from my second drink. My eyes were fishin

I eagerly awaited for his answer. "In our Empire, the great goddess Hecate fell in love with a human, with their love they built the Leonhart Empire. That man became the first Emperor and the goddess became his Empress. When they thought that everything they created was good and beautiful, the goddess gifted the became human and gifted the descendants of the Empire with magic which was her life force, she died after a few years because she gave up eternity for love. The temple puts the goddess in high regards, thus why they only became second in power after the Imperial family since the Imperial family were descendants of the goddess. After many years, magic evolved and because of our greed,

[YOUUUUUUUUUUUU IDDDIIIIIIOOOOOTTTTTTT! Like a loud bang, Mike's ear numbs out from the pain. As Imuthis appeared his head had been cleared like his headache disappear all of the sudden. His monster regeneration jumps in fixing every cell inside his body. Recovering from the loud bang Mike blurted out some insults to Imuthis. (WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR YOU MOTHERFUCKER! WHY THE HECK CAN YOU CONTROL THAT LARGE THING! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT IT'S FUCKING YOU!? ANSWER ME!)

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

The skeleton paused, shifting on its feet, neither attacking nor dropping its guard. “What did you say?” I whispered. The wind carried its scent to me, the smell of meat gone bad tangled with the sharp spice of an unfamiliar magic. I had thought that I had seen nightmare made real in Clareath’s court, but this… This would haunt my dreams, I was sure. “I know his maker,” Rivyn replied. “She is a friend of mine.” “Someone made this monster?” I was appalled. Rivyn laughed, stepping back to my side and returning his arm around me comfortingly. “Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.”

The emperor has gotten desperate regarding this matter. Well, from how I see it, just getting one heir would be a super good start already. Considering the Crown Prince’s lack of interest in his harem or who was in it, wishing for multiple heirs at this point was a wild stretch. I was sure that the emperor knew of this as well. “Understood, Sir. We, the Town of Amber Leaves, agree to all the terms. Please stop the battle immediately!” the town head cried out in submission as he bowed his head low onto the ground. The other village elders and others that were present also did the same.

Bastian shouts after flipping upside down to avoid my charge. "The egg is perfect and glows brightly." We're all laughing with their congratulations flying through my head when a burst of magic shakes us. Our merriment abruptly stops. "What was that, Mother?" Cantor asks. I know exactly what and who it is. After thousands of years my uncle has returned. His magic is dark and smothering. "Drakon," I shout, "and he's going after the egg!" I head toward my lair pumping my wings faster than I've ever pumped before.

"I'd want to buy your loyalty. I'm giving you branded clothing, a huge house, and every luxury you could possibly want. But all I ask in return is that you devote your life and loyalty to me." "See me as your god," he whispered into her ears. "I give you complete freedom in your everyday life. You'll have my money, and you're free to do anything you want with it. Go to clubs and drink as much as you want. I won't mind if you f*ck as many guys as you like, even my henchman Jonathan, if you want him. But-" "Never forget who you serve," he emphasized, his brow furrowed. "You must be ready to die for me if it is necessary to protect me."

But this is already very amazing, even in the ancient Nethersole Magic Empire period, this combat power can have the vast majority of the constructs are the kind of five meters above the big guy, relying on size to get combat power, such as the artificial storm titan. With Galadriel as the master, the closed storehouse of the magic tower can also be opened, which is stored in steel, obsidian, and other bulk supplies are not much use. She took Kristin on another tour of the outer demiplane; the city, originally inhabited by servants who served the mages, was now also empty, and even the houses had been reduced to nothing but stone by the passage of time. In the power room of the Mage Tower, C

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"