Magic Emporer Novels & Stories

With only one nod from her, she kept her distance. With a simple nod, she looked down and walked past her as she gripped the bag of coins and slipped the letter up to her sleeves to keep it safe. Just when she was about to open the door, Emery spoke. “I just recently regained my memories, but I still pretend to have amnesia for my own reasons. And just for you to know, it won’t be easy to kill me so there is no need to worry about that. Just leave this empire and take care of yourself.”

The Ghostgator was basking in the moonlight when it suddenly jumped up and let out a deep growl. The old man lazily waved his hand. "Calm down. It's just an old friend visiting." A stream of light appeared before the old man. Then, it transformed into a man with soft features. "Duncan, I haven't seen you in decades. You look more handsome than ever." Duncan Mikkel, otherwise known as the Human Emperor, said nothing. He just sat down and stared at the old man.

Emm started clamouring that she wanted to go back to her daddy as she saw Chris Jnr kissing her daddy; she didn’t want to lag behind. “Is our monkey king enlightened?” Grace asked in a whisper as she poked Emile’s arm once Marcus was not within earshot. Veronica too leaned closer to Emile curiously. “Where do you think you have such luck?” Emile shook her head helplessly “This was our little treasures mischief, but sadly due to a manufacturing defect, our son still doesn’t have a clue. All of my treasures’ efforts are wasted.” Emile sighed feigning regret.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

"Didn't Senior Fremont tell you? There's going to be a huge shift in the underwater city when the chosen one appears. I'm back now. We'll never be apart, no matter how hard you try to get rid of me. That's the best piece of advice Senior Fremont's given to you." It turned out that Fremont had come to the underwater city back in the day, where he met the merfolk emperor. The two of them had dueled against each other, and Fremont had beaten the emperor with ease. Ramos had wanted Fremont to be his master, but Fremont turned him down, saying the time just wasn't right yet. Emperor Ramos had actually been a human cultivator. His mother found herself in the world of the merfolk one day all of a s

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

I warn him. I’ll be in Japan. The time difference means I’ll be rushing back to the states so I can be in Vegas by half time. Jay looks at my bracelet in confusion. “I feel like I’ve seen that somewhere before...” he muses. I smile. “Yes, on me. I’ve worn it for years...” I remind him. “Anyway, back to the super bowl. This would be my first super bowl.” I remind him. “Don’t worry we’re moving up your Japan dates, so everything will work out. Of course, the company will be paying you double for your troubles...” he assures me.

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.

Within minutes, news alerts flooded my feed: > IMPERIAL HOLDINGS UNVEILS SINGAPORE OASIS PROJECT Emerald Hugo Dominates Southeast Asian Market with Surprise Buyout Sources confirm Imperial outbid M&M company in last-minute strategic move. There was even a photo. Emerald, poised and unbothered, standing with the Singaporean investment minister, shaking hands beneath a banner. She wore white. Sleek. Effortless. Her son was nowhere in sight, but her smile—calm, composed—told me exactly what I needed to know.