Talisman-emperor Novels & Stories

“Raisya Blair. Ex-Legendary rank Hunter.” “Blair? Ah, so you’re his descendant then? The current Dragon Emperor of Destruction.” “Bzzt! Wrong.” Raisya formed an X by crossing her fingers, then she smirked. “That’s also an ex. There’s already two new emperors by now. Although the newest is still in training, no, he hasn’t even started training yet.” “Hm? I don’t know what you’re talking about. What I do know is that I’m not supposed to fight any Dragon Emperors. Legendary Hunters included, but since there aren’t any… Well, whatever. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

Her hands did not want to steady. “You signed some transfers in your name,” Mara said. Her voice went soft for a second. “Large sums.” Elara’s first thought was that someone used her name. Her second thought was the darker one—someone set her up. Her third was the small sharp one—Adrian. Would he let that happen? Would he? “I worked,” she said. “I worked at a cafe. I saved little by little. I never had those sums.” Mara watched her as if she could read ledger and life both. “We need to know where the funds came from. There are paper trails to offshore accounts. Names connected to the Blackwell network.”

"You're too late! The compression is locked! The abyssal core is at critical mass!" "Then turn it off, Vane," I projected my voice back, my tone completely flat, entirely devoid of the panic he wanted to see. I didn't stop walking toward the massive engine. "The war is over. Your Emperor is dead. If you pull that lever, all you are going to do is blow up the canyon." "I am the empire!" Vane roared, his fanaticism overriding any sense of self-preservation. "And the Iron Crown does not surrender to a man who holds hands with beasts!"

“Small stuff, big stuff — doesn’t matter. We should just barge in and break things.” “Dude chill,” I sigh, “remember the warehouse last night? Your heroic display scared off any chance of useful intel before Evelyn could get it.” “Technicality,” he says. “They were intimidated.” “Also true,” Evelyn chimes, mock-sweet. “Babe, now I have to work extra because of your intimidation tactics.” I salute Lou jokingly. “Congratulations. You’ve been promoted to Chaos Ambassador. Your first task: stop breaking things before intel shows up.”

I’m in Cillian Veyne’s body, lean, chiseled, cock annoyingly sensitive as always, dressed in a silver-embroidered black suit that screams scholarly power. My harem flanks me: Ardyn, regal in gold, emerald eyes scanning the crowd; Kaelen, stormy gaze softened but obsessive, hand brushing mine. Zane, silver hair tied back, rogue smirk sharp as he eyes the exits. My fangirl heart’s losing it. The emperor and empress in the flesh! Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory.

He wiped the cold sweat off his brow, his mind still in a whirlwind. "His Majesty actually gave Gideon the Imperial Token. This is a one-of-a-kind thing. That means Gideon is essentially His Majesty's representative. Holy shit…" Maximus was a bit shaken by the weight of it. He dared not speak of this, nor reveal it to anyone, for fear of angering Chase. … After Gideon left Imperial Palace, he returned to the hotel and immediately began studying the Five Emperors Warlord Fist, paying no attention to Elara. In fact, Elara wasn't even in the room.

Control. Now I had all three. And ten years alone with them. Veylor’s deep, commanding voice cut through the roar of the waves with unshakable authority. “The only person capable of entering the Void without succumbing to its Miasma is the Emperor himself,” he began. “His essence was forged from the Void, shaped from its raw chaos. The Miasma recognizes him as one of its own, and thus, he walks within it freely while others falter, enslaved, or destroyed.”

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”