Magic Emperor Ch 201 Novels & Stories

I almost breathed out in alarm went Micah jumped down from the high roof. He was going to break his legs! Aemun quickly put his hand in front of my mouth and half climbed over me to keep me still and silent. I watched with wide eyes how Lucifer jumped down after Micah. They both landed in the middle of the square with precision and ease. And then they started roaring at demons around them. I flinched against Aemun. They looked fucking terrifying.

I expected Ragnar to leave eventually or at least return to work, but instead he remained near the fire reading through reports stacked along the table nearby while I settled carefully against the edge of the bed. Neither of us acknowledged how strange this situation was. The Tyrant Emperor allowing a sacrificial Omega into his private chambers should have caused outrage across the empire. Which meant someone would absolutely hear about it by morning. Good. I rested back slowly, ignoring the dull ache still pulling through my side. The bed was warmer than expected. Dangerous thought. I closed my eyes briefly. “You’re staring again,” I muttered. “I’m thinking.” “That usually ends badly around

This was in fact the first time he smiled. "Hm, you're right, Belphegor," he said. Feeling happy that his lord has been cheered up a bit, Belphegor began to fly around the tall bookshelves. "As you can see, my lord, there are hundreds of books in here, from Alchemy, Mathematics, Magic Understanding, Cooking, and many books written by Master Ainz and Lady Lesithea about their research on Alchemy, Undead, and Chimeras, which led to their final and greatest creation, you," said Belphegor.

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.

“What was that supposed to mean? I’m not like you. I’m a human.” “Says from a man whose wounds heal faster than ordinary humans.” Lanver’s forehead creased. “How did you know that?” Emery didn’t answer. “I am hundred percent sure I’m not a vampire,” Lanver insisted. Emery shook her head and said, “You talk to him, Lucius. I will be waiting with the others.” Then she left with a displeased face. Lucius heaved and went to the window. Lanver followed him with his gaze.

It was the handsome second prince, who had been waiting for him—it was clear that the fat man had brought him here on the second prince’s orders. “Yo! Isn’t this the new kid? Do you want to play with me?” asked a large man, suddenly placing a hand on Tian Sen’s shoulder. Tian Sen didn’t know where he’d come from, but it was clear to him that the man was likely here to be toyed with by the second prince. Tian Sen simply remained silent, smiling, neither answering nor even avoiding the large man’s hand. At the same time, six men—led by the second prince—approached him, their gazes fixed intently on him. Judging by their strength, they were at least at the eighth or ninth level of the Body Refi

Ember's POV (Witch's Position) The morning light fell over the castle like a pale wash of silver, but it felt too weak, too tame, compared to the power thrumming beneath my skin. I stood on the balcony, Magnus’s cloak draped around my shoulders, tangled hair spilling across my face. The mark on my chest pulsed faintly, not a heartbeat of love, but the rhythm of possession. Aradia’s magic was mine now, every fiber of her being bending to me. I smiled faintly, tracing a fingertip along the mark as if tasting it. The king sleeps. The kingdom wakes to me.

“Pardon? I-” “I don’t like to repeat myself,” Do-won said. His tone was quiet, but it weighed like iron. And just like that, the doctor was gone, vanishing with one last helpless look at Zane. Perfect. Now it was just Zane and the heir to the throne. The very heir who looked at Zane in the wrong way. The prince took a step closer, circling him like a wolf. “Tell me,” Do-won said softly, almost conversationally, “do you practice dark arts? Occultism, perhaps?”

Ever since then, she had been watching his every moment in that little cottage he shared with Talia and his trusted guards. “What?” “Yes,” She bobbed her head, signalling him closer to the crystal the demon kept on the table. It changed colour as Li Changying muttered something before faint images began appearing. A gasp of surprise escaped Ajaxson’s mouth, eyes glued to the crystal. He opened and closed his mouth. "Wow, you are something else! How did you pull it off?” As if she’s going to reveal her ancient old magic to someone like him. The demon shrugged her shoulders. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

For me, that dream was vivid enough to be true. The audience gallery was more or less packed. I could see the shimmering wards spanning the whole gallery to protect everyone from a mage’s power. A voice crackled through the mic. Moran’s voice. My gaze shifted to where he stood behind a long table, presided over by several, no doubt imminent people. Among them were that man whose name I didn’t want to take, my mother, Elias and another woman and man. Judging by the man’s black hair and icy blue eyes and the woman’s sharp features, they were probably the former king and queen. My gaze shifted to my mom and Elias. Neither of them spared any glance at me. Another table was there, a little far f