Mechanical God Emperor Novels & Stories

"Do you know that you will be torn to pieces by me?" In the eyes of the Master of the God of Heaven Organization, even if Lucas had some strength, it was impossible for him to resist his attack. He was an Gene Fighters at Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm. "Really?" Lucas smiled ambiguously. Looking at the expression on Lucas' face, the Master of the God of Heaven Organization could no longer bear it. He disappeared from where he was and flew toward Lucas. When the Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters disappeared, Lucas integrated Apocalyptic Legion.

Would he really destroy past him? A thunderous beat echoed across the marble as the Heavenly Emperor rose to his feet. The whispers ceased and the hall instantly fell back into suffocating silence. “What madness possessed the three of you,” the Heavenly Emperor said, voice deep and curt. “to consort with demons?” The chamber fell deathly still. The Emperor’s cold gaze swept over the kneeling god and two witches. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” Eron scuffled forward, chains dragging along the polished marble. He lifted his head just enough to meet that searing gaze. “Your Majesty, “I can explain—”

It was as if a pressure cooker top had blown off. Everyone was shocked to the core and stared blankly at Darryl. Emperor Aurelias was the Godly Region's previous sovereign. The Nine Heavens Holy Profound Art that was passed to him was unparalleled and deeply profound, making it the most domineering technique ever. Yet, he handed it to a human? The Nine Heaven Emperor finally snapped back to his senses and said coldly to Darryl, "Even with the Nine Heavens Holy Profound Art, you're still an insignificant human."

Just how he did not have Mercy for the poor citizens by importing firearms, she will not have an ounce of mercy for him. Miranda's face was dark and an extremely bone chilling and threatening aura was emanating from her body. Everybody who saw her would stumble and run away for their dear lives. She was like a devil sprout from the deepest abyss of hell. She was oozing darkness, suffocating and choking darkness.

"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."

The journey is long enough, and it gives Aranjo time to think about the Emperor, the Archer God. "Are you witnessing all this? Do you enjoy it and want to fuck me? One thing is for sure, we will do it when I return to the celestial realm and I will make you prostrate asking to be satisfied!" mumbled Aranjo, addressed to the Emperor of the celestial realm. The Archer God who was always watching Aranjo through the portal mirror, felt something tickling. The taste that had been so long gone had never even approached him, even God Archer was sure that the taste was already destroyed.

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi

Gods… He was sculpted. Cut from marble and fire. His back was broad, muscles flexing subtly as he moved, the flicker of his spine tapering down to hips she’d never dared imagine until now. His skin glowed pale against the flickering lantern light, tinged faintly pink from the cold, but to her, he looked—he looked like a secret she was never meant to see. Then he turned. And Vaani’s breath caught in her throat with violent force. His length was huge. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily. Heat, forbidden and sharp, bloomed low in her belly.