Magic Emperor Novels & Stories

Failure to that, the demon lord grew weak and his magic and power began to fade away. After five thousand years, the demon king either perished or became stone. The ancient witch's words weren't to be taken lightly, that's why I had to call for the advisers and generals to find a quick solution to my problem. "Great Maou" ( meaning Demon Emperor ). Why not allow us to go into human territory and slaughter as many humans as we can, maybe their blood would serve as sacrifice and grant you power." One adviser suggested. I raised a brow and gazed at my only childhood friend who was the son of the late lead general.

’’ I then said to her now relieved my best friend was not a monster but just trying to distract her, while in my mind I was now mindlinking Lesley, Chris, the Vampire King and Caspian on our next plan of action. ‘’As soon as I heard from one of my Lenoras Max that some Vampire prince had picked up some girl with a surname Maverick a relative of mine, I knew those leeches where up to something and I was right as you were a gift coper like me but your weak and heck you ran away as soon as you had the word danger.’’ She then said looking smug at me and I so wanted to wipe that smug look off from her face.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk big!" Instantly, dozens of figures flew toward Caspian. The Demon Emperor, the Demonic Beast Ancestor, and the Evil Spirit Corpse instantly displayed their exceptional magical powers. The Demon Emperor's body was like a skeleton, but he possessed the enormous strength to move mountains and fill seas. He reached out, grabbed a big hammer, and smashed it toward Caspian. One black hole after another appeared in the trajectory of the hammer. The smell of rotten meat and blood came from every black hole, as if each black hole was connected to a horrible purgatory.

All marvelous accomplishments, though none were accomplished without first taking a toll in human lives. But it could also be argued that the insatiable search for knowledge, the inquisitive and inherent curiosity of the human being, is what could bring us to the brink of destruction. It has been the study of the arcane arts that has led the human nations to shine, one example is Gregori, the current supreme magician who is in the Empire Magic Academy, it is irrelevant that he is a semi-elf, the important thing is his existence. But the very search for knowledge can also bring doom, I must only name Francis Kemmler, also known as The Lord of Necromancers. One of the most skilled Necromancers

'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says, graciously bowing his head. 'Micah, we were just talking about you,' Alpha Maximus says. 'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly. I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?' 'I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.

Bastian shouts after flipping upside down to avoid my charge. "The egg is perfect and glows brightly." We're all laughing with their congratulations flying through my head when a burst of magic shakes us. Our merriment abruptly stops. "What was that, Mother?" Cantor asks. I know exactly what and who it is. After thousands of years my uncle has returned. His magic is dark and smothering. "Drakon," I shout, "and he's going after the egg!" I head toward my lair pumping my wings faster than I've ever pumped before.

"Besides, it's not a shifter prophecy. It cannot concern me." "It is an ancient prophecy from the Spirit. The Spirit has dominion over all magickal creatures whether they be human or shifter. And this one clearly involves both." "But, Mamma, you've never even said anything about shifters before. I didn't even know they were real – until him." She thrust a hand toward Brand on the floor. Brand scowled at her. "And, I have had my fill of witches. That's how I was thrown back in time to this godsforsaken place."

“But you… who are you?” Zane looked away, pulse drumming. He could feel the prince’s eyes burning holes into him. His palms itched for a weapon, for anything. But he was cornered by words alone. Do-won’s gaze snapped to his scar. “You’re not his brother. That scar… he wasn’t born with it.” He sneered. “A shapeshifter perhaps? Some sorcerer? Tell me, what are you really?” “None of that!” Zane snapped, louder than he meant. His chest heaved.

But before anyone could reach me, I pushed myself up. The hole was gone. Flesh whole again. I looked at my bloodstained hand, then at the soldier who'd fired. His face had gone pale. I rose slowly. "Your turn." He turned to run — I grabbed his collar and hurled him into his captain. Both went down in a heap. The captain scrambled up, fear twisting his face. "What are you—some kind of demon?" "I'm the man you'll never cross again." I seized his arm and twisted. Bones cracked like dry wood.

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.