Magic Emperor Novel English Novels & Stories

“What is this?” “You wanted to know why I want you to go back with Viola. Read this then. Just the first few pages,” he says. I gaze at him dubiously before opening the page and see words and symbols I have never seen before. But before I can say anything, he chants a spell again and automatically whatever gibberish was written shifts and reforms into readable words. My eyes widen and I file the question regarding this for later at the back of my mind. My eyes fall upon the word ‘Mage Wolf’

Her brow is furrowed, aged skin creased. "What's that look?" I ask warily. "There is nothing, about whether you can become immortal again," she announces, once she had finished jotting down her results. She slams the book shut, dust billowing out, which I fan my hand through irritably. "Seriously?" "It appears to be barred by magic. This is a very unfamiliar territory, I don't think the wisest of Gaze Readers could navigate this." She gets up, shuffling over the creaking floorboards.

“But . . . you are . . . a Black Knight . . .” “Yes, Majesty. And my vow has always been to protect the realm. I am doing so. I have been shown the truth that Dark Magic is the true magic, and that the Alva’himar will bring order to Edon.” Emerik frowned, struggling to speak. “Your . . . tale. Your . . . time with . . . the Minotaurs. A lie?”

“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.

“Are you imagining someone else with your eyes closed?” She snapped her eyes open with a frown. Before she could argue, I kissed her, the feeling stronger than the prior ones we had had. Her lips had swollen. Her eyes remained on mine as I moved my hand down the mound of her sex between her folds and massaged her clit with my fingers. A soft moan leapt out of her lips and I smirked. “I have been told I have magical hands,” I said, against her lips. “And a magical tongue to compliment that.” She nibbled on my lower lip and ground her hips to the pressure of my fingers lapping at her wetness.

I reached out and delicately traced the pattern, a jolt of familiarity coursing through me. Malachi's gaze followed my movement, curiosity evident in his eyes. "What have you found, Emma?" I opened the book, its pages crackling with the weight of forgotten wisdom. Words written in an ancient script adorned the parchment, and as I began to read, a revelation washed over me. "This... This is the Book of the Ancients," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of awe and realization. "It holds the key to unlocking the true nature of the primordial force and the source of our own powers."

“Mom, we do not have time for history lessons—” “This is not a history lesson. This is about you and Dominic.” She set the book down on the table and opened it carefully. “There is a prophecy written in language so old I can barely read it. It took me three days to translate properly.” Dominic moved closer to look at the faded writing. “What does it say?” “It describes a perfect matching between someone from the Moon Goddess bloodline and their destined Alpha.” Mom’s finger traced the ancient words. “When that matching occurs under the right circumstances, it can unleash purifying energy that destroys corrupted magic at its source.”

“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?”

His royal highness was Prince Dante who was going to be an evil emperor. By then, I was sure that my cheat was bad luck. One way or another, I kept running into him. If I managed to escape, I would get a concussion to meet him again. It must be the author's doing. I was sure that he gave me some jinx that involved meeting the man who would kill me again and again. I saw the same faces again -- the commander, the soldiers, and the damned emperor. The current emperor wasn't him but he would always be the emperor in my head. Damn!

“I was born with innate magic, even though my brother is more gifted. I only ever had the spark, and it never grew as I aged. But I’ve noticed it’s suddenly become stronger of late. More dangerous, I mean, including to myself.” “Oh, no need to worry about that, the boys will take care of you. But this changes things. I never thought I’d find someone with such concentrated wild blood after all this time, and with no warning. You’re different from the others before you, but I can see it in you now, slight but growing.” The Emperor leaned back in his throne again and tapped his bare foot against the smooth floor several times. “All right, if you know nothing else, then let’s not waste time. We