Magic Emperor Manga Novels & Stories

“I’m trying to read.” We sat in silence broken only by Coryfe’s movements, the crackle of flames and sizzle of roasting rabbit, and the occasional turn of a page. “So, what is more important than my changeling brother?” I asked him as I took the rabbit off the fire and divided it. “That justifies stealing me from the roadside?” He put the book back into his bag. “Magic power. Mine was stolen from me. I need to reclaim it before the month’s end, or it will be gone forever.”

’ Ginika closed his mouth, not knowing when he opened them. One of the women came and halted her horse beside the man in black. They whispered in a low tone before the man continued, “Majic, as we all know, has been abolished from the land. But because of the hordes of demons that threaten to break our world, every day, the emperor had handpicked a body to Fight this abomination.” Ginika growled at the way the man pronounced the word ‘magic’, it made him remember the day Zahra had pronounced ‘affle’ for ‘apple’, the taskmaster had whipped her mercilessly, and she took ill for about three weeks.

I peer at him. “Uh… what is the correlation between emotions and a mage’s power?” Elias’ brows crease further. He sits at the edge of the bed and asks, “Why?” I lean back on the single-seater couch and look at him expectantly. “Yes, it does. Isn't it for everyone? Strong emotions like anger, shame, fear, and sadness influence a lot of people. It is not an exception for a mage either. While controlling our Element, if we are influenced by any stronger emotion and can’t keep ourselves calm then it might harm us or our opponent or anyone we are trying to protect.” Elias’ words made so much sense.

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

Do not engage. ‘No.’ Macro countered himself. ‘What I broke was Sejanus’ orders. Not the emperor’s.’ If he broke the emperor’s rule... He wouldn't survive the night. Macro closed his eyes. The screams inside didn't last. It slowly fades. Like a nightmare. But as if to prove him wrong—another one tore through the silence. This one was different. Bone-chilling. A kind that would never leave you. He can feel the small hair on his back rise.

“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.”

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.

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.

His eyes were clear enough to say his fury and rage. Douglass didn't give him a chance to give his speech. Liam also knows why it happened. Liam signed the papers as the new mafia emperor. As he completed the process, Douglas announced happily, "So now onwards, Liam Douglass Matthews is the Emperor of our Matthews Mafia group. He will be all responsible for making the decisions for the wealth of the group and their people." As he ended his speech, everywhere people were clapping. After all, they want Liam as their Emperor. "Congratulations, Brother," Bryan hugged and continued, "Ups, no... Congratulations, our new Emperor."

Matthew turned his head to face Rose. “I’m sure that you don’t intend on telling anyone that you’re the Scarlett Witch. But you trust me enough to tell me that. So, I’ll trust you with my own secret.” Matthew paused for a moment, trying to add more tension to his next words. “I’m a Dragon Emperor.” There was a short moment that Rose before she actually reacted. She looked away from him and covered her mouth with her hand. Rose seemed to be holding her laughter back from bursting. Matthew’s eyebrows curled with confusion.