Ninjago Ice Emperor Novels & Stories

King Chu shook his head; he and We Yan had already discussed this, but We Yan’s answer hadn’t put his mind at ease. “We Yan did become a member of a power on the Mainland, but he didn’t tell me which one. And there is an empire that holds sway over our hundred kingdoms—yet we’ve never met a single person from that empire except for We Yan!” He explained everything to General Ning; as General Ning heard all this from the king, his expression grew very somber. Even the glass in his hand shattered upon hearing this information, which was so painful to him.

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.

Ember’s POV: His hand lunged upward and clutched around my upper arm. His eyes were wide with madness and crazy rage. It was evident that rage had consumed him whole. His grip around my arm tightened. Searing pain rippled through my arm but he kept exerting force. The more pain I felt, the more content he seemed to be. I glanced down and saw his knuckles turning white whereas my arm was reddening. I looked back up into his scalding eyes. Jaw set tight, when he opened his mouth, his voice was dripping with hot venom, “I, Nicholus Dicaprio, the King of the North, refuse to accept your rejection, Ember Valdez.”

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

That was right, the person holding Si Ning was no other than the Emperor, and Si Ning was almost still at this discovery. Why was the Emperor holding him? Why did it turn out to be some kind of BL comics? Si Ning was a little annoyed he had to play the damsel in distress but since the situation had turned into something he never imagined. Then the least he could do was to rest since fatigue had finally caught up with him and to avoid giving anything anyway Si Ning went limp in his arms as he surrendered himself to sleep.

The thing held a black box that he held towards Ellis. “Nardoes,” Nin said, flickering her eyes towards Ellis. Nardoes were not part of the Empire because the nation was in a constant state of war. Logan had told her it was part of their nature. She remembered that they had poor eyesight. If one stayed motionless, they could almost disappear in front of these creatures. “Which of you is the Empress?” he asked, his mouth clicking as he spoke. “I am,” Nin pronounced. Ellis turned to her with wide eyes. “Ni—”

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.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.