Star Wars Old Republic Emperor Novelas e Histórias

“Unstable!” “Useful!” “Dangerous.” Priam Endymion sat at the head of the long table, eyes closed for a moment as he listened. The Emperor looked older now in the private light—shadows under his eyes, lines deeper around his mouth but the weight of rulership made him seem older. Empress Ariadne sat beside him, straight-backed and calm. Her dark hair glimmered with threaded jewels, and her eyes stayed sharp, taking in every whisper, every nervous glance.

Emperor Rector sighed, rubbing his temples. “I think I said something to offend him, I don’t think he likes me” Rex said in a light tone shrugging his shoulders. This comment lightened the mood at the table, everyone giving out a small laugh, except the emperor, he just smiled. Rector opened his mouth to speak and just before any noise came out, he paused and gazed off into the distance, almost like he was in a trance. “Are you ok father?” Rex leaned over asking, a little worry reaching into his voice.

The explosion of the Red Stone reacted quite well with the rampant Ion energy that was building up underneath. "I am so ready for retirement at this point." The 1st Emperor chuckled under his breath. Fortunately, he did not choose wrong. "It's time I use my name again. My real name." "What do you mean real name?" Soruda eyes narrowed looking at him. Already much weaker now, the angry former Empress was something he couldn't hope to match. "Spill it!"

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.

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

Yet after everything they had uncovered over the past week, impossible was becoming alarmingly common. The footsteps resumed. Slow. Measured. Descending the grand staircase. Neither Damian nor Seraphina looked away. The beam from Damian's flashlight illuminated the staircase just as a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Gray threaded through dark hair. Older than the photographs. Harder. His face carried the weight of years spent hiding. Years spent surviving. But the resemblance was undeniable. The same eyes. The same sharp features. The same Blackwood blood. Damian stared.

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

The Ghostgator was basking in the moonlight when it suddenly jumped up and let out a deep growl. The old man lazily waved his hand. "Calm down. It's just an old friend visiting." A stream of light appeared before the old man. Then, it transformed into a man with soft features. "Duncan, I haven't seen you in decades. You look more handsome than ever." Duncan Mikkel, otherwise known as the Human Emperor, said nothing. He just sat down and stared at the old man.

The four men turned to veiw the newcomer. "Speaking of arguments," Orhan sighed. He motioned to the man who had called out. "Come here, my son, and meet the Emperor." With the cloth only loosely wrapped around his head, it was easy to see that the younger man was a close copy of his father. He had a handsome face with those same gold rimmed eyes. But instead of quiet strength, the twenty-five-year-old carried an air of cold defiance. "Is this the old Emperor or the new one? It is so hard to keep track," the young man quipped.

Regulus who was on high alert almost whipped his sword out of it sheath but thankfully , Rubeus stopped him or else Regulus would have been taken to the prison under the charges of pointing his sword at the Emperor . The Emperor rushed in through the doorway , behind him was Sir Alex Ferdinand who was holding on to that straw puppet , past the spiralling staircase they reached them . As the Emperor came close ; Chelsea saw his face was working furiously , he looked nowhere jolly and the kind hearted Emperor she had known , instead his face was blotchy with purple spots making him look like a bad black current ice cream .