Mechanical God Emperor Novels & Stories

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

His demi-Scion aura erupting with a deafening rumble, he streaked toward Caleb with astonishing speed, his saber slashing toward Caleb's neck! "Burst!" Caleb bellowed. In an instant, he unleashed everything—Blood God Order, Emperor Bloodline, Emperor Mantra, and his warrior seals! Boom! In just a second, his aura changed dramatically. "Hyah!" he bellowed, the Guardian appearing in his hands, and he swung! Boom! The shockwave as a saber met a greatsword erupted across every direction, knocking both men ten feet away! "H-How?! Ether Lord rank five?! You little—"

the Queen snarled, her eyes blazing violet, "No." She turned to Saoirse. "Now, Saoirse! Burn it! Burn the shell!" The Emperor laughed. It was a dry, rattling sound. "Touching," he sneered. "Truly. But you forget one thing." He pressed a button on his scepter. The God-Shell moved. It didn't need a pilot. Or rather... it already had one. The chest cavity closed. The eyes of the giant machine flared to life. They were red. "I anticipated betrayal," the Emperor said, smiling. "So I uploaded a backup. A consciousness that has no morals. No hesitation. Only loyalty."

I got up hearing his robotic voice. I smiled and curved onto my back. I felt uncomfortable. Gradually, I opened my eyes. Confusion engulfed me. Why was the roof seeming so low? Why were the walls covered with white clothes? I rubbed my eyes and stared around me. All I could see was the same white cloth covering me from all sides. "I want the blueprint ready before last evening." Duante! I heard him say, "Fix the meeting with engineers." Another order.

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.

He didn't want the mechanized, unfeeling violence of the old empire tearing into the bedrock. "The earth hates the machines, Grandmaster," the old laborer told me, his soot-stained face illuminated by the flickering light of the subterranean torches. "Machines don't bleed. They don't sweat. They don't pay the toll. If we want the magma to accept our anchor, we have to carve the path with our own hands." We were standing in the deepest sub-level of the Emperor’s old palace vault. It was a massive, cavernous room of solid granite, originally designed to hold the royal gold reserves. Now, it was the staging ground for the Aethelgard Drop.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

He corrected. "Yes, of course, you are." "According to the book of Gods. Throne Gods are the strongest. One of them is the 4th seat, Dragon. The God of Truth! He knows all the Truth!" She explained. "You mean anything?" He asked. "Yes..." Then Jackolsha continued... "Emperor Dragon is different than other Gods. We call him emperor as he is the strongest. He knows all the truth. Your weakness and so on. No one can defy him. He is also called as deception..."

To be honest, facing such Super Power, even I were a little bit reluctant to say that I can win, even if I throw Nuclear bomb at the Empire several times, I doubt that it can make a dent on their vast land. But one thing that is good about the Empire is that they were very hostile to the Church of Light religion, as they openly worshiped their own belief, which is the God Emperor, that is right they worshiped the emperor as if he was the god himself. Egoistic and most definitely full of themself, if I might say, but then again I don’t really blame them after all, it was the Monarch decision to shape his society to the mold that he desires. But another matter that made me worry about the Batt