Magic Emporer Novels & Stories

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

With desperate eyes, she questioned. "I believe just a figment, created by a witch. The aura of dark magic was too great that night!" King Emmerich possessed the ability to intercept evilness, dark magic, fear, blood, and death. He was drawn to it from a young age, and the wildness within him ran by, devouring them. He is mighty, and his vision can travel any distance to identify the source of the evilness or dark motives. And, when it comes to his family and himself, he can sense when someone is plotting something evil to harm them. He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell.

She tried to yank her hand away but her gaze darkened when Zion didn't let her go instead tightened his grip. "Stop talking in riddles and tell me what you mean by that you're a family?" she yelled finally done with his games. "I am a warrior from Vengeful Hunters, Moon." Her heart stopped. "W-What? Stop fooling me." Emmaline raged and tried to get away from him but Zion grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards himself with a jerk. "I am not, Emmaline Richard Dawson. Wait, you don't believe me then what about this?" Saying that he fished out something from his pocket. Emmaline kept staring at him with a frown but her eyes widened when he showed her a platinum ring.

The void rumbled, and the Demon-slain Finger showed its power. The terrifying giant finger rushed toward the Fiend Emperor. Boom! Boom! The storm continued to rage, and the entire starry sky trembled without stopping. Various energies within tens of thousands of meters could crush Empyrean Immortals easily. This was a war of Immortal Emperors. No one else could interfere at all.

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

"Strider and the others won't be able to defeat him, but War Legate Draco is still at Enigma City. We'd be exposing ourselves to the outlanders if we go there now. “I believe the emperor is like Strider. They both gained powers thanks to the Isle 416 meteorites. "What are you saying, sir?" Sylvia asked. "Whatever problem it may be, there’s always a solution. Strider and Remy are currently fighting the man, so just stand down for now. After all, it won’t be easy for a remnant of the past to defeat someone of the present. It’s a shame the emperor isn’t very bright." Jerome pointed at his head.

A few times, she goes into a store to buy out all their candy or random little things and gives them away to the children. Emerald thinks for a minute and shrugs, "between my inheritance, the real estate I own in the human world is a steady income and the salary Dean insists on me taking. I have about three-quarters of the amount Dark Jewel has, so going to say around 687 million, give or take." Seriously will this woman ever stop impressing me? And she acts like it's no big deal and looks almost embarrassed by the money she has. We are in the same bracket, personally. But goddess! And she owns real estate?

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.

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

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.