Talisman-emperor Novels & Stories

the emperor said, encouraging Ren to go on and make his point. “The recent event has shown to me vividly that the title of the Lady White Lotus and its implications was not enough to make other men recognize that Rin belongs to me. I sincerely hope that this outfit that I have chosen for her to wear is extravagant and symbolic enough that the crimes committed against Rin’s and my honor would not be repeated in the future,” Ren said, clearly and solemnly before he bowed to the emperor at the end of his statement.

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

The more she thought about it, the heavier it felt… like something was wrong, just out of reach. She couldn’t quite name it. Ten minutes later, the towering outline of the Stellar Grand Hotel appeared ahead, its golden lights glowing against the night sky. Aurelia slowed slightly. Luxury cars lined the entrance. A red carpet stretched toward the grand doors. Everything looked polished… extravagant. Then something caught her eye: a silver Rizmo Limited Edition. Her grip tightened, and she recognized it instantly. Three years ago, when Alexander’s business had just begun to rise, she had quietly used her connections to secure that car for him, one of only a hundred in existence.

Each of the yellow papers landed on its specific spots. "Yi MoliHua!" As soon as the emperor spoke out these words, the talismans he tossed suddenly ignited and their flames run towards one another. Connected, they form a huge fire emblem resembling a jasmine flower. The hoarse screams of the pained undead echoed. The vicious monsters standing within the seal burned into the red fire until their ashes are their only remains.

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

This is the first time that she saw her Majesty shattered his expressionless face. "Now I know why your room is gold."Zelia said while smiling at him making the Emperor stop from moving while looking at her smile. When Zelia realize that the Emperor stop from moving, she spoke, "What happen to you, Your Majesty?" The Emperor cleared his throat, "So... what are you talking about earlier about the gold?" Zelia smiled, "It's because of...."she stop from talking and her eyebrow wrinkled when she saw the color of the Majesty' eyes... it wasn't gold just like earlier but it was turned to brownish.

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

A few moments after the Chiefs entered, his father's arrival was announced by the royal herald. "His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the continent, Emperor Vulcan of the Estor tribe is coming in now! Please stand to greet and honor him!" The Herald declared, stamping his heavy staff on the hardwood floor. The emperor entered the chambers looking as regal and tall as ever despite being well into his fifties. He sat down at the head of the table and nodded his head; a signal that meant he had accepted their greeting and they could all sit down. Before the emperor could speak, Daegal immediately got a word in. "Chief Davit, what is the situation of the riots in Alsayf? Are they getting better

She had the same agendas, even getting so close once, but her eyes were set on the wrong eligible bachelor. Emperor Demarion Dracul. Had she succeeded, it would have drastically changed things for them. However, back in the 1400s, when Emperor Demarion Dracul met his mate, no one else mattered to him. He dropped Taisiya's mother like hot buns, and in turn, she cursed him. Taisiya's mother's designs were ambitious, to say the least. But in her time, sea life was a dream—lively and bright. Her mother's magic would light up the ocean using seashells far and wide, marking her territory.

The tactical deployment of the Divine Capital had been repaired and perfected for countless years, and it contained a great mystery. It was said that it could trap an immortal. Since ancient times, only the God Emperor could possess the arraying formation map, and the commander of the army under his command could only master the formation map of one of the channels. However, if the God Emperor adjusted the distribution of the bronze mountains, he could turn the original valve into a dead end in an instant, which was much more reliable than any kind of defense like a solid city wall.