Talisman-emperor Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.

Flipping it over, Clara saw an almost faded illustration of five banners, each representing the five ruling empires of Hiestora—green with a golden brown tree for Terralis, red with a blazing ember for Fiordalt, misty gray with a spinning wind for Eirinia, blue with an ocean’s tear for Nivalon and chilly white with smoking icicles for Frostalia. In her mind, Clara’s curiosity was clawing its way out. It was the first time she saw the other emblem, the odd one out, drawn separately from the others. Surely, there was no existence of another empire, was it? It could not have been possible to be hidden from plain sight. Because, frankly, how could a big empire, assuming that it was, be invisible

Dali daling bumaba si Sapphire at nilapitan si prinsesa Haracchi at upang tulungan ito. “Mukhang mas dumadami atah ang nahuhulog sa aking bitag at mukhang puro mga alas pa ang aking mga na tyempuhan” sambit ng Emperador. “Mukhang sayang saya atah ang Emperador sa huling araw niya” pang iinis ni Prinsipe Greyson. Tumayo naman sa kaniyang gilid si Prinsipe Wynn habang sa kabila naman ay si Prinsipe Farjeon.

Goosebumps travelled up her arm, she could blow up. Her emotions changed as fast as the Emperors, who now looked bitter and back to his original personality. "Humans." He spoke. "Hm?" Alexis who had been broken away from her own turmoil stared at the Emperor. "I have a bad reputation with humans." He turned around, "I'll leave Agathus with you so don't travel too far. He'll notify me if you accidentally blow up." He cruelly laughed as he left. Alexis' heart froze. She felt a bit baffled at the change of behaviour in the once nice Emperor. She had even begun to think he might not be nearly as bad as she had made him out to be. But, all that had just come crashing.

Before Tess could finish her words, she was interrupted by Callum, "Shut up!" ... Seeing that her father was angry, Tess didn't dare to continue. "Your Majesty, how can you trust me?" "At least..." the Emperor pondered for a few seconds before saying, "You have to show your strength at least." Hearing that, Lucas got his point. He released the Apocalyptic Legion from the System Space. "What?" Emperor Callum and Tess had not expected that zombies would suddenly appear! ... Tess swallowed her saliva and said to Lucas in horror, "Are these... zombies?"

*I’m nothing but her secret toy right now. I sucked gently on her clit, then flicked my tongue rapidly over it. Talia’s thighs trembled around my head. I could feel her fighting to stay composed. I slid two fingers inside her soaked hole, curling them upward to stroke that spongy spot while I sucked harder on her clit. Her grip on my hair tightened almost painfully. “…as you can see from the latest projections,” she continued, voice only slightly huskier, “the expansion into Southeast Asia should yield strong returns by Q3.”

Horatio's eyes were wide and savage as he bellowed, "Caleb Crawford! That bum scholar is dead! No one can save you now!" He would eat Caleb's flesh and drink his blood if he could! Boom! That was when a huge eruption thundered, and the ground beneath Caleb's group caved. Several figures appeared, grabbing them and yelling, "Run!" Caleb's enemies were furious, especially when they saw the figure in the wheelchair! It was Taal Corvus, the Emperor of Corvus! "Curse you, Taal!" "The Corvus Empire must have gone insane, standing against the Sanctuary!"

Massimo’s eyes locked on hers, dark fire reflecting fire and he gave the slightest nod of approval. She lifted the bullet casing, the tiny etching gleaming like prophecy. “Let the world burn,” Talana said, her voice sharpened steel, “as long as my empire stands we will burn them to the ground.” And in that vow, the honeymoon was officially over and war had resumed.