Son Of The Emperor 소설 & 이야기

Damon asked as he continued to rub my arm. "Roman's empire and his allies have scattered. Whatever it is that you did worked." "So what is the bad news?" I asked, feeling my heart begin to thunder in my chest. "Roman's son. He's in the city, and he's demanding justice for his father's death." "I didn't know Roman had a son." "Well, he does. And I think he's a lot worse than his father. He's not a reasonable person, and in terms of being crazy, I remember he was crazier than Cassandra.”

The man who had once thought himself the predator now stood frozen in the den he built, surrounded by fire and ruin. He reached for his gun. “Don’t,” Dario warned. Emilia’s voice was a whisper of finality. “This was your mistake, Father. You made a queen to sell her. You should’ve known she’d come back for the throne.” Her words were the last thing he heard before the lights went out, and the shooting began. Gunfire echoed through the halls, methodical, ruthless. Emilia didn’t flinch. She watched as the empire her father had built on blood finally fell beneath her command.

His aura screams power. Emperor Maxwell was on the verge of death when enemies had attempted to kill him and to extinct the Lycan species, his then kingdom was crumbling down and his subjects was losing faith in him, under certain circumstances his son of 15 years old, Gordon had to step in as the true ruler and had brought victory to his kingdom.

How could he have been so dumb to bring him to the pack, he was the one who brought him closer to Ariana, to his mate. “No” he muttered, he tried to doubt it but the truth was hunting him. When he stood with Axel to challenge Hades, he could remember him clearly saying “My family”. How could he have missed that he was referring to him and Axel. “Nixon, report here now” he yelled through the mind link, with haste Gamma Nixon had arrived. “Did you kill my son?” He asked, his question was so direct making Nixon speechless, he couldn’t answer him. “Speak” he charged angrily, with his anger Nixon could notice that he knew the truth, turning to the witch beside him, he could see a smile on her fac

How could this young man say that they were unable to resist three moves from him? What on earth was his identity? Some people keenly noticed that this young man had addressed the current God Emperor as his father. In other words... He was the son of the current God Emperor? Why hadn't they heard that there was such a charming prince among the Divine Princes of the Eastern Continent? However, in the crowd, Ding Hao's fingers were clenched tightly in a fist. It was him! The moment the young man showed up, Ding Hao recognized him. The young man was Ding Tong.

Tommy just smiled and then looked at his father, "Dad! This is my only son, Antonio!" Grandpa Zoku immediately approached and spread his arms. "my grandson, you are my grandson." Antonio became stiff but returned the hug of the person he called father. "From now on, you're no longer a Bardi, but Zoku. One of the heirs of the Zoku family." Grandpa was so happy to say. "Come here!" Grandpa calls Esmeralda, "You must be my daughter-in-law." Esmeralda nodded respectfully. Lerina and Sean could only freeze watching this, and Han felt terrible for his wife.

“You can trust us. We are your friends.” “Then I will trust you with the truth.” Yvayn cleared his throat. “First, my name is not Leonus, it is Yvayn.” “Yvayn?” Ivar said. “Yes, Yvayn, son of Myllyof, son of Myrmidon.” The two men looked shocked. “You are the Emperor’s son?” Ernor asked. “Yes, but there’s more.” “What is that, Leonus…I mean, Yvayn?” This came from the young guard who was thinking hard about what Yvayn has said.

His father did not strike once or twice; he struck again and again, until Do-won felt the world blur at its edges and his chest rattled with blood. When the assault paused, it was not mercy. It was calculation. The king crouched, seized his son by the collar, and dragged him upright until their faces nearly touched. His breath reeked of wine, but his words were sharpened to a knife’s edge. “You thought you would create a hazard right beneath my nose and get away with it?” he snarled. Do-won’s stomach churned. His father’s grip was crushing the collar against his throat, cutting off what little air he had. His voice cracked, “Fa… Father…”

He knew his son well; he trained him, and he knew that the young boy was not only a good fighter but also a sealed-lip boy. Unafraid because he knows that he can take any secret with him to the grave, he said. "What is it, Baba? Tell me" "The princess is dead." Of all the things he had been expecting his father to say, that was not one of them. What could the Emperor's request be? Did he want to carry out a secret burial? It was a state of confusion to Pishtu that he wondered how the Emperor was taking the matter. "Baba, what do you mean by that?" Pishtu asked when he finally found his voice.

As the Emperor was quite young and did not have many concubines, he had only a few daughters but no sons. Under such circumstances, he could only allow his brothers’ sons to take over the throne. However, the Emperor finally remembered that he had a son out there, which was why he ordered his right-hand man to locate Zion via the address in his memory and bring Zion home to inherit the throne. The Emperor was not supposed to have a son. Now that he had an illegitimate son popping out of nowhere, it was unacceptable. This was what led to the assassination attempt on Zion at this moment.