Magic Emperor Novels & Stories

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."

“If you pass, you’ll be forgiven and allowed to participate in the final selection exams tomorrow.” “And if I don’t?” Kema hesitated before answering. “No one who has committed such sacrilege has ever returned unscathed. Most lose their divine energy . . . and their sanity.” His words chilled me, but they also ignited something deep within—a defiance that refused to be snuffed out. “I’ll prove them wrong,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear coiling in my chest. “I’ll conquer the test of the gods and come back stronger.” Kema watched me for a long moment before nodding. “May the Great Gods grant you their mercy.”

“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?”

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.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

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.

But one common trait she learned from the people was his greed for power. “All hail, Emperor Sargan the Sunborne, Chosen of the Sun God, Ember of the Phoenix, the Father of Drava, and Ruler of the Red Empire,” Councilor Hakim announced. “Your Eminence—the Archon Hunter of Shavath, Estes Amev and Grand Hunter Lorath Morvil.” “Rise,” Emperor Sargan said impatiently. When they all stood, Larice spied his bright, brown eyes—fiercer than any blade, and his dark, curly hair, reaching down to his shoulders. He studied his subjects one by one while tapping his fingers on the armrest of his seat.