Magic Emporer Novels & Stories

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness." .•●•. ⚘THE VENETIAN EMPIRE ⚘ "Bring her back!" Demetrius yelled at the top of his voice. "I can't!" Merlin snapped and stated, "she had to transform on her own, if she can fight it we'll have her back, if she can't then she's simply gone."

At that moment, at the Emei mountain of the World Universe, many Emei Sect elders and elite disciples stood obediently in the main hall. No one dared to take a breath. Megan sat on the main seat wearing a long, purple dress and looked incredible. Her brows were locked, and she looked unsettled. Just moments ago, she had received news that Darryl had become the Emperor of Westrington. The news struck Megan in her heart like loud thunder. She had captured Lily, Zhurong, and another person then destroyed the Carter family in the past. She even forced the members of the Carter family to consume the Dark Day Pill. She had done all that because she was confident.

Matthew took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ahem. Good morning everyone and I wish you all a wonderful day. As you know, I am Matthew Dragunov, the newest Dragon Emperor of Destruction after inheriting my ancestor’s power. I have heard the many questions you all have and am here to answer them. As of now the Scarlett Empire remains our enemy. Although my friend here inherited the Scarlett Witch’s legacy, she is not an ally of the Scarlett Empire either. We both seek no quarrel with any one, but we will not simply stand idly if you seek to harm us.”

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "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."

And at the mouth of the cursed gorge— Morgane. Waiting. Her cloak whipped in the gusts. Her staff spat black runes. "You knew that, did you?" she growled into darkness. "The child has been born. The world tilts. But I made sure that she could never rule it." A shriek ripped the air apart. Then thunder of hooves. Claws. And fire. The ridge above her erupted in a pillar of blue flame. Emereah had come. Pack around her—silver, black, blood-red—wearing sigils of both the Silvermoon Fang Pack and the Red Crescent.

A message that will change everything. “Your empire… is mine.”

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

My eyes widened, never expecting that Emyr has the last card in him while I stand alone in the middle of the angry soldiers that are glaring at me, still not accepting the power I showed them when the spirit of the Wycliffe werewolf finally granted me the blessing to be the next in line Empress of this land. "What is the meaning of this, Emyr?!" "I just want to make sure I can contain you here inside Headow Stronghold, my lady. There is one thing I need to do. To make sure you won't be able to help your allied army against Helena. Because they are surely losing this war, Lady Eodelle... with all those elephants and catapults? There is no way they can match that kind of military power!" Emyr

"I'm not sure." Eric's frown deepened as he thought about the previous emperor. His grandfather, the mighty Theo Thompson who led the war, fought alongside the other clans against the Demon and Fallen clan. Through the one hundred years of battle, he finally chopped off the head of the Demon clan and won the war. Thus, crowning him as the Emperor, and the Dragon Empire was forged. Eric frowned and said, "Tell him I'm busy." "Ah... Prince Eric." "What is it?" "The Emperor also summon Miss Samantha Wild as well."

[Emmanuel - Level 12] HP- 109 DEF - 89 ATK-67 SPEED - 33 MANA - 980 Skills: None Examining Emmanuel's status, it became evident that he had no prior knowledge of magic before arriving in the city. Additionally, his mana circle appeared filled with impurities, resembling an unused car engine in need of maintenance. Despite this, Emmanuel possessed an exceptionally large mana pool, surpassing that of anyone I had encountered, save for individuals like Duchess Isla or the Headmaster of Brightwing Academy, Cleo.