Sentence With Emperor Novels & Stories

As he spoke, Ethan's gaze was nothing but hopeful. However, the mayor rubbed at his forehead with a pained expression, speaking in a tone full of remorse. "About that… It's late at night. The Emperor's resting already." As he spoke, the mayor's brain turned quickly, and he turned to Ethan. "There's something you must know, Commander Ethan. The emperor's become quite strange after all that he's been through. He throws fits of anger and refuses to see people. I'm afraid that if I disturb his sleep, he might…"

He must be meaning something else by that. The emperor emphasized every word that left his lips. "You, my empress. There's no other meaning behind it. If you don't understand that, you're dumb and stupid." "I don't---" The emperor didn't let Xu Zhengming finish what he was about to say. "If you refuse, you're dumb and stupid." Xu Zhengming tried again but failed halfway. "Like what I was saying I don't---" "Xu Zhengming is dumb and stupid."

I hadn't even cursed at him for days now. Gosh, what was with the sudden change of nature? Is he going to die or something? "What?" The emperor complained when he caught me looking at him with a horrified look. "If you have something that you wanted to say, just say it. You don't have to look at me like you want to strangle me." Oh, was that how I looked? "Your Majesty, good people die early," I said with furrowed brows. "You might be a scumbag, but the empire still needs you, don't change, okay?"

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

Hamish stared coldly at the emperor before him as he spoke. "Discard you? No, I merely wish to develop our nation better. Trevor, don't you realize that now, the Trevors are a cancer hindering our country's progress?" The emperor remained calm, his tone as indifferent as ever. "What nonsense! If not for the Trevors' dedication to Eastern Ocean, Your Majesty wouldn't enjoy your current glory. Now that things are stable, you claim we're a cancer obstructing imperial development. Your words are truly disheartening, Your Majesty."

However, my current mood and situation does not leave enough room for me to sympathize with other people. “I am an old man already. I want you to take over the throne as soon as possible, and more importantly, I want to see the face of my grandchild. You will do your duty and pick some women to bed in order to produce an heir!” the Emperor replied sternly. His words were final.

the Sea Emperor said with a red face. “Right, that’s the past. Now we are emperors. If our past behavior is discovered by the younger generation and people outside who have long forgotten it, where would our faces be? So please don’t mention it again.” Emperor Mu added, also looking embarrassed. Qin Yang burst into laughter seeing how embarrassed they were when Bing Hua mentioned their own past.

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

Dion loudly cleared his throat, but before he could speak, the sharp voice of a she-wolf cut through the air. "Mate? Your Majesty, do you hear yourself? You're saying this...lowly creature is your mate?" Eradine felt faint. What the he** was the Emperor saying? Mate? How could he have a mate? For the love of the goddess, he was the Lykan Emperor! It was impossible for him to have a mate. Is he doing this to put off our engagement? At the thought, Eradine lost her composure, and overcome with panic, she reached out and grabbed the female's tight bun.

- "I don't force you to call me Excellency, it's very medieval. Call me the same way you call the Kings and Queens of your Empire. Moreover, if I may say so, you have a higher status than mine. You are an Empress and I am only a King" - "I can't approve what you just certified. Certainly, I am an Empress, but Edios counts 900 million inhabitants and my Empire barely 90 million. Nevertheless, I think that our visions of status are not the same, but we will address the subject during our meeting. And about the Empire, my people call me: Majesty or Madam. So choose the term with which you are most comfortable," she replied.