Son Of The Emperor Novels & Stories

-His friends repeated, looking at each other and surprised by the word. -Brother, what's wrong? You look pale. -Hey... -Girls, come on, leave at once, please. We won't be needing your services tonight. -The girls who accompanied them got up somewhat annoyed and left, feeling like losers. -Now, tell us what you said. -I don't know, that call I received was very strange and has left me confused. -I thought your father was dead. How come he's calling you now to confuse you? -It's not that. A boy... a boy just called me daddy, he says he is my son and that his mother is in trouble.

“You may not have heard or seen me before, but you can call me Claus.” “C-Claus… My name’s… Emery. Emery Trigon, the daughter of the kingdom’s prime minister.” Her choice of words and actions looked weird for the emperor, leaving him wondering what could have happened to her. But before asking anything else, he guided her back on the bed for her not to strain herself anymore. Looking around the room, Emery felt enstranged since the place was not familiar and none of the people around her were someone she knew. “About His Majesty you were mentioning before, who is he?” the emperor finally asked since his curiosity was getting into him.

Unfortunately, the emperor was of a different mind and he had no choice but to accept it as he had been doing all his life. He nodded curtly. "I see. I understand, Father. Have a pleasant afternoon then," He forced a stiff smile onto his face, saluted, and left the chambers. At his departure, Emperor Vulcan lowered himself to his seat. "Wine!" He called out and instantly, a servant rushed in with a silver jug and poured wine into the goblet in Vulcan's hand. The emperor took a long sip, letting the dark, sweet flavor of the Nebulosi wine caress his taste buds, He always thought of himself as a level-headed thinker who never second-guessed a decision but after listening to his son, he found h

another responded. I had to agree. Why had Laeddin made such a stupid mistake? I didn't have time to ponder further because a small child dashed into the room and using his small but powerful bronze wings, he lifted off the ground in an effort to fly. "Daddy! Daddy!" the child yelled. That startled me. I hadn't known the emperor had a son. "Hex!" A female I guessed to be his mother screamed, starting after the child, but Edge grabbed her and held her back. I hadn't met the emperor's wife and had a feeling the reason was because the gargoyle wasn't monogamous.

"But your majesty the dowly..." “Let me be abundantly clear,” The Emporer says. ”As far as I know you claimed my mate is not your daughter, so I don't really think as her mate I owe you anything, unless she herself approves." He pauses, letting the statement sink into my father's frightened mind. He then glances at his wife, dismissing them with the barest movement of his head. “You may return to your state, Alpha King. Any further attempts to interfere with my mate's life will be viewed as an act of disrespect to my command.” Father goes ghost white. He knows an implicit threat when he hears one. Disrespecting the Emperor is treason. His desperate greed has just cost him dearly.

“You watch yours. You keep asking me to be patient. Loyal. Silent. While she parades him like a king and calls herself empress.” He stepped closer, chest rising. “Emperor,” he scoffed. “Did you hear that? Emperor Vanguard.” Enzo clenched his jaw. “Titles don’t change blood.” “They change choices,” Lucia’s son shot back. “And she chose him.” A knock sounded at the door. Neither of them moved. Another knock. Firmer. Enzo glanced toward it. “Go.” The door opened anyway. A servant stepped in, head bowed low, hands folded nervously. He did not look at Lucia’s son directly.

"Because... I do, and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish I had hugged her, or done something nice for her... or told her how much she mattered." Tears welled up in the Emperor's eyes, threatening to spill over, though he quickly averted his gaze, concealing his true feelings from his son. He walked over to the window, his eyes fixed upon the world outside. "Every waking second of every day," he finally confessed, his voice carrying his sorrow. A heavy silence hung in the air, as both father and son struggled to collect themselves amidst the heavy topic of Lucian’s mother. "I have found my complement," Lucian revealed.

"Cassius, how can you break the treaty agreed by our countries?!" Cassius Maximilian, the only son of the late Emperor of Maximilian Empire, one of the rulers of Livilian Kingdom. He was 16 when he killed his father and devoured every part of his father's body to become stronger. He then later took the throne and rule over the Maximilian Empire and even has the most control over the whole Livilian Kingdom. He has the expression of a friendly human being but deep inside him resides the true nature of him and that is... he's incapable of distinguishing human emotions. A pure devil indeed.

"That man looked at you like you hung the moon. Like you were the only person in the world. That's not business, Julian. That's personal." "I don't even remember him." Julian squeezed his father's hands. "I don't remember what my life was with him. He's a stranger to me." "That doesn't matter to a man like Caesar Dominic." "Father." Julian held his gaze. "I'm not him. I'm not the Julian he's looking for. That person doesn't exist anymore." He paused, letting the words sink in. "I'm your son now. Your heir. And I plan on using every advantage I have to build this empire to its fullest. If Caesar Dominic wants to help me do that, I'd be a fool to say no."

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.