Talisman-emperor Novels & Stories

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

- "Mr. Baxter and Mr. Dean, please behave in a decent and distinguished manner. I've gathered you here to talk about one of my projects. It will change the entire Empire and our lives." - "What do you intend to do, Your Majesty? "asked Home Secretary Jocelyn Marshall. - "I have long told you about Thetia Kestle's diary, which lies in a safe place in the treasures of the Imperial family. Inside, is transcribed what Thetia lived from A to Z as well as her dreams. One of them, as you know, was that the Empire should not be revealed, that it should remain hidden. It could reveal itself, when and only when it was sufficiently developed to face other countries and empires. And I think that the tim

the Emperor stomped the foot of the spear against the floor and cast out … —[Spear of Phlareus]— The gust of wind suddenly blew hard, circling wildly around them as the Sun Striker glowed into its brightest. Larice used her hand to cover the blinding light, but then she noticed the golden mark on the Emperor’s chest—it wasn’t a just triangle … it was a double triangle formed into a six-pointed star. She didn’t know what it was. But it’s not good at all. Unleashing the Empyreal Ability of a legendary weapon would cost a tremendous amount of soul from the wielder, but the power it gives would be purely devastating.

“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.”

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.

Asalan Enlim says dismissing them all. They filed out leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reach the door frame. They now again and leave closing the door behind them. Silence engulfs them in the room as Una takes in the features she had not yet seen in the room. The intricate designs and pieces laid out across the room made no sense to her at all. "Are you the emperor they speak of?" Una asked taking steps down the bed stand to stand in front of him. He might be the emperor here but she was not from this timeline. She knew nothing about her at all. "What year are you from?" The emperor asked her.

“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?”