Magic Emperor 275 Novels & Stories

But he couldn't use it, yet his servant was able to. "How did you do that?" Azalias leaned toward Avery and whispered in his ear. "What are you talking about, your highness?" Avery frowned. He didn't understand what his master was asking about. "Ah, I... I mean burning the search warrant paper. How did you do that?" Azalias felt smiled embarrassedly. He was supposed to inherit the memory of his previous self and should be able to use magic. Where in those all transmigration stories all MC gets memories and powers, and he didn't.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

I was glad to be back in my secure and happy zone. Book Two: THE MAFIA EMPEROR will come soon!

You want me to comprehend martial arts day and night so that I can step into the 9th level of the Supreme Martial Emperor Realm as soon as possible and fight Starsoul just to win 100 yuan? "By the way, let me tell you one more thing. Although the Archmonk Emperor is not as terrifying as he said and is talking nonsense, his strength is also above the ninth realm of the supreme Martial Grand Emperor. Recently, he seems to have obtained a mysterious treasure that greatly increases his combat capability. Don't provoke him on purpose, understand?" Master Yi withdrew his smile and said seriously. The monk king was actually at the ninth level of the supreme Martial Emperor realm. Moreover, he recen

I smirked as I transferred my magic into my scythe and it’s now blazing with light magic. The demon gritted his teeth in anger and charged his attack first. I dodge it quickly as I swung my scythe in every direction like the speed of lightning and he is having a hard time keeping up with my speed. For the second time in my life, I am thrilled. There’s no doubt that King Warrick is the descendant of King Helios—the late Demon King that my sisters and I had defeated a long time ago when the first Great War took place in Magic Realm. Unfortunately, Lord Invictus survived and escaped from the war. And now, he’s planning to take over Magic Realm again. That’s why I have to gather all the lost dia

But they fell in love like they were supposed to Speaking of blood… What did I know about this insane and psychopathic emperor? He was devastatingly handsome. "So distracting." I shook my head. "I need to think about the important things." "Like what?" I heard the familiar cold voice. The light inside the tent was low. But I could see him. Why the fuck Emperor Dante was sitting on a chair with his one leg over the other in the corner? It didn't seem like he just came. I would have heard a noise if he had.

He asked. "What do you think you can say or do that'll change my mind?" I huffed. "We'll see about that." He smirked. I watched as dragon appeared from nowhere and he lifted himself up to sit on the dangerous fire breathing animal. He raised his right hand and waved it slightly to the front. "Attack!" He ordered. Almost immediately, the large army charged towards us. I didn't know what to do. I never expected we'd be faced by this. "Megan!" I heard someone call for me.

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.