Magic Emporor Novels & Stories

“Ms. Lane, I am a steward of the Vale family. I’ve been ordered by the Dragon Emperor to deliver some items.” I glanced at the bags. There were snacks, clothes, toys, and even a brand-new heater. A heater. The Dragon Emperor knew my heating was broken? The steward added, “His Majesty said the young master is staying here temporarily, so his daily needs must not be neglected. Also…” He handed me a card. “This is for the young master’s living expenses.” I took it, feeling as if I were holding something dangerous. Lucien rummaged through one of the bags and pulled out a pack of potato chips. “Can I eat this?”

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

Especially since my visual impairment in one of his ranked member’s children makes the pack look weak. As soon as we shift. You’ll be able to see through my eyes. Says Emerald excitedly. Maybe then our mate will want us. I remember the vision I had from before. Emerald can help me see. But do I really want a mate who doesn’t love me because of something I can’t control? Wesley has continuously either ignored me or let me know how useless I am to the pack. He won’t make me his Luna. And perhaps I’ll have to feel betrayal for the rest of my life. I think back to my vision. No he’ll reject me. I think bitterly. So much better. Emerald whimpers in my head. I wonder who the brown eyed person is t

Because our Emperor, Lordrin Varno, who became eligible seven years ago but never before entered the lottery, suddenly made a decision to join this year event. He's no human, neither is he a werewolf. He is the most unique being, He’s an Angel, the one and only of his kind. The rarest of the rare. Rumor has it that he was actually a wish, a gift from the goddess Isolde to his parents. People who’ve been in the lottery before say that the couple who ends up being the most compatible gets three wishes from the goddess herself. Since the Emperor’s parents were the most compatible back then, people rumour he was born out of our goddess fulfilling his parents' wish to have a very powerful son.

The club was quiet again. Too quiet. Dominic sat alone in the back office, the door half-closed, lights dimmed. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, untouched. He wasn't drinking tonight. Not really. Just thinking. Always thinking. The meeting earlier had been short — some dealer trying to push a new batch of product into Dominic’s territory. Sloppy, desperate. Dominic barely listened. He was tired of men begging for chances they didn’t earn. He’d built this empire from blood and silence, not noise.

Zenya was next in fucking line. And this wasn’t some family tea party—they didn’t just pour drinks and share condolences. This was blood. Duty. An empire steeped in bones and tradition. If Zenya took the crown, that was it. No more returning. No more late night flights and Russian whispers in Jeremy’s ear. Gone. Forever. “So why the fuck are you smiling?” I snapped before I could stop myself. Jeremy didn’t flinch. He just looked... wrecked. “Because he’s not leaving forever. Just a week.”

Adam shouted at me gleefully. Tony gave them a cold glance but said nothing. Instead, he walked straight up to me, his tone extremely respectful. "Mr. Stone, my apologies for that. Did I arrive too late?" The smile on Nadine's face instantly froze. "M-Mr. Stone? Tony, w-what did you just call him?" Tony adjusted his glasses and looked at her with contempt. "Nadine, open your damn eyes and look carefully. The man standing before you is the real chairman of Stone Corporation, Mr. Elijah Stone."

She asked in annoyance and gnashed her teeth to stop herself from being rude. "You were drinking again, weren't you?" The voice was stern, bold and alarming, which was scarier than a lion's roar. That voice could keep people on their toes. A husky old man with a scruffy white beard resembling him to Santa Claus, except that he was a much scarier version of him which would make children run for the hills. Her grandfather Benjamin Winchester was the chairperson of the multinational company 'Royal Steel'.Nicknamed 'The Man of Steel' because of his temperament as tough as steel.

He had been slapped. He was an Immortal Emperor. As an Immortal Emperor, he had been slapped in the face. It was too unbelievable. The most important thing was that this was not the fighting style of the Immortal Emperor. An Immortal Emperor could destroy stars at will. How could a powerful Immortal Emperor touch a person like a rogue? During the ancient war, he was already an Immortal Emperor. No one knew how long he had lived. This was the first time he had been slapped.