One Night With Emperor Novels & Stories

Isidora kept mute since she wasn't ready to disclose the reason behind Demetrius' sudden change of attitude. A FEW DAYS LATER The envoy that arrived happened to be the Emperor's son. All preparations have been perfected. Valeria has been of great help with the decorations. Everything is unique. All I need tonight is to forget totally about Demetrius and focus on the downfall of someone tonight. My brother and the rest insisted they wanted to stay in my Quarters, and I didn't force them. They are not needed there, after all.

He apologized sincerely and I looked at him shocked and confused. What's he talking about? If he was not the one that came into my room last night, who did? “I would make it up to you, I promise." He rubbed my arm, then walked away leaving me standing there confused and speechless. Who came into my room last night? Who did I have sex with? Oh my… This is the kind of thing Veronica did, not me. Having sex with strangers just for the fun of it. Clutching my bag tightly, I made my way to exit hoping to get this all behind me.

Final Override I slammed the command override key into the central console, forcing the system into a complete shutdown. The blazing countdown froze at: 00:00:04. Silence. The Collapse The entire fortress shuddered, alarms blaring, emergency power failing. Natalia’s forces fell back into chaos as the fortress’s core began to collapse. Through the smoke and fire, Natalia Cross staggered, bloodied but defiant, her scarred face twisted into pure hatred. "This isn’t over..." she rasped, her eyes gleaming. "I’ll never fall."*The End of an Empire

It wasn’t even daytime to start with; and there was nothing normal about this night. On stage the Cruel Emperor was forced back by three steps while the Lightning Emperor stood in his place in a casual stance. The light in his eyes had disappeared and the excitement for battle was gone. He looked at Sameed calmly and the latter could faintly make out disappointment in the Lightning Emperor’s eyes. *Whoosh*

The emperor growls in frustration, his brilliant blue eyes spark with anger. “For years, you have been taking people who defy me under your care and custody. That alone is treason,” the emperor says in a deep voice. “Give her to me and leave with dignity. She’s too innocent for this life of running you’re putting her through. You never asked her permission before making her part of your Deviant Splinters.” But my dad won’t budge. He growls deeply, anger erupting as he shifts under the energy of the full moon and launches an attack on the emperor. His sharp claws sink into the emperor’s chest.

From the rock, Netra peered over at them under scaled lids, reptilian eyes blinking slowly under the sun. * * * Nighttime. After the incident this morning with the colonel, neither man had called on Anzi again. No surprise there. Bisset was Bisset, and that the Emperor had left the throne room for her at all was a miracle. Someone must have cleared out the hallways beforehand so none of the staff could look upon his face.

“You summoned us.” The Lunaris Emperor’s voice slid across the chamber like cold moonlight—quiet, cultured, and absolutely unreadable. Cloaked in shimmering silver robes, his long hair falling over one shoulder, he watched Alessia as though she were an anomaly he had not yet solved. Beside him, the Pale Monarch of Noctis stood like a ghost made of shadow, veiled and silent, the air around him bending slightly as if the world itself feared to disturb him.

How to take off the mask was only known to members sworn to service of the Night Empire, the most important being the fingerprint of the owner would only work if they were alive Night Wing and his subordinates were received by high-ranking officers in the country with the same courtesy as that extended to dignitaries visiting from other countries. They wanted to use this opportunity to curry favour with the ruler of the Night Empire, the Night Lord who was more widely known as the Demon Emperor, to gain more cooperation. Everyone who knew about the Night Empire knew how much the Demon Emperor valued his commander general. The officials had an elaborate plan to entertain Night Wing, however h

He nodded to himself, his eyes turning a sinister dark. "Now that you've shown me my worth, so be it. Just one night," he said, staring deep into her eyes. Ember did feel strange but if she had enough courage to drain all her savings on a man who'll just hold her for one night, she'd do it. "Just one night," she agreed, feeling his grip on her loosen up. He looked around him and made a few signals to the men and focused back on Ember's hesitant face. But she could tell something surged up him when he leaned in and grabbed her hand. He was already dragging her with him to one of the rooms in the club.

She entered the wing and closed the door behind her. She gathered the clothes, tidied the bed, and changed the sheets. She looked at the sheets for a moment, then her face turned red with embarrassment. Last night, His Majesty spent it with his favorite concubine “Maria”, so this mess was understandable. Iris did not care further, and began searching for used towels to add to the laundry, but when she turned around… She saw a sight that made her scream in fear. The emperor was standing bare-chested, wearing nothing but a towel around his strong waist, his hair dripping water.