Magic Emperor En Novels & Stories

He smiled and nodded. I wriggled my nose gratefully. "Thank you," I mouthed. Edge shook us. "Quiet," he hissed. But I wasn't finished speaking to Laeddin. "Can you send Jesse some magic so he can understand the gargoyles?" Edge bent my arm back at the elbow until I thought he would pop my shoulder out of joint. I fought against the pain, knowing it would heal soon anyway. Laeddin nodded slightly and snapped his fingers again. "Tell me what you've learned, Rayne, half-breed daughter of Graves," the emperor growled.

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table b

Almost every girl from earth might have a crush on him just for his devilishly handsome face. "Yes, the eldest brother." Reselor lowered his head in embarrassment. It seemed he was afraid of both Azalias and the eldest prince. "She is here! I can smell her." A middle-aged elven man beside them spoke immediately. His hair and eyes were silver-colored, his skin was pale like other elves, but he has many blue tints in his body. Azalias was a bit panicked again. He could feel the subconsciously exerted pressure by the middle-aged elven man. He must not let the man find out about princess Filuna.

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

“I’m not going to lie to you. But we can control it. I’ve been doing it behind Regine’s back for years.” I nod. “Besides,” he says, “you’re pretty green. I don’t think we have to worry about you pulling a Lord Enorio.” “What does that mean?” Milo interjects. “Well—Lord Enorio specializes in elemental magic.” “Okay, no, this is a bad idea,” Milo says. “This is stupid. We’re not doing this.” “I’m going to try it, Milo,” I say. “Are you crazy?”

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

Those Divine Servants they had no power against were like crumbs of bread before this man who swept them away. “So he was a god,” The Southern Monarch had a complicated expression on his face when he said this. He was a middle aged man with several creases that dominated his forehead. He was handsome, and his elegance was infectious. He had several strands of grey in his hair and a faint demonic aura was exuded from his frame. His aura was strong yet unstable, dancing around the fringes of a Mid Stage Profound Realmer. Next to him was his son and crown prince of the Southern Empire. He was a spitting image of the Emperor. His long black hair complemented his dark complexion greatly, and his

Jeremiah panicky warned the prince. “I don't think so, Jeremiah.” Engram winked at him and then chanted a short spell, which made his sword glowing. Blue orbs were released from the sword and materialized into nine undead knights, among them was one of the most powerful sorcerers in Paltiti. “This is only some of the finest brave warriors that I've collected during the war,” he bragged. Engram usually acted humble in front of the public. But at the moment, he strangely yearned for Jeremiah’s attention. He was hoping that Jeremiah could think highly of him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" "That magic," he lifted a finger and pointed at me. "You are the Prophecy Child. The one who will restore balance." I watch how his body turns into ashes, his skin and eyes losing color and becoming gray. "You may have gotten rid of me, but Lord Demir will send another. No matter how much you defeat us, our lord will get what he wants. You may be destined to fight your uncle, but there can only be one ruler," Half of Merkon's body is gone, only leaving his head remaining as he says, "Lord Demir is our true ruler. You will never defeat him."

“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.”