Talisman-emperor Novels & Stories

*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.

“You used me. You used my loyalty to manipulate Kael. You—” “I didn’t want this for you,” Varis interrupted, his tone softer now, as if attempting to justify his actions. “But the truth is... the empire needs you both. Together. You are bound by more than just the Soul-Oath. You have a future—one that I can help you shape. A future where the empire doesn’t fall apart. Where peace reigns.”

#RH_CheaterExposed #RH_ProtectHerAtAllCosts #RH_SheDeservesBetter They climbed so fast I could barely breathe. My notifications turned into a tidal wave of heartbreak emojis, fire emojis, people tagging me in TikToks with sad music layered over our old photos. I sighed and called her. “I saw don’t worry ignore it for now. In the morning we’ll release a statement that you have split from Carson. We won’t go into detail. It’s not my job to protect him. His team should handle his mess…” she says.

The Sea Emperor shouted angrily, glaring at Long Chen. "Tch! The fruit, my fruit. I obtained this fruit, so it's up to me whether to auction it off or sell it to whom." Long Chen stared back at the Sea Emperor firmly. "Youuuuuu!" The Sea Emperor shouted, looking extremely angry. "Sea Emperor, he is auctioning off his own property, not yours. "Me too..." Several empires or kingdoms on par with superpowers also mentioned their prices. Long Chen looked at them with an evil smile. He didn't expect these people to be so wealthy, and now it was certain that what he would receive would exceed his initial expectations.

“I don’t need your money. I don’t want your name. I’m here because I gave my word.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes dark. “Then hear me clearly. If you sign this, you sign away any claim to me, my company, my family’s assets. You walk away with nothing when this fails. Nothing.” The words "when" hit like a slap. My hands tighten into fists. “Fine,” I hiss. “Sign it,” he orders. I take the pen, but not without a flicker of defiance. I scrawl my name, push the folder toward him. He checks it, then says, “Good. Remember, Isabella, I’m always watching. One wrong move, and you’re out.”

After saying that, he pointed at the people around him, "See? There are so many people here today, can you seven alone handle it?" Elder Violet Dome's eyes were ice-cold as he coldly said, "Sultan River, you're making a mistake today, do you know the consequences of doing so?" Emperor Taixuan laughed, "Despite his age, there are some things that can be clearer than you guys." At this time, a red silhouette flashed to the front, but it was the Vermillion Bird Envoy of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, and seeing that he was not all the way with the Seven Kingdoms, Elder Coldwill asked coldly, "Who is Your Excellency again?"

“But he’s out of commission… for now. So that means the defense of this continent is on us.” I stared down at the territory map, then let my finger drift over the coastline. “Liam. How long until the Emperor’s main fleet arrives?” I asked, cutting right to it. He answered grimly, like the words tasted bad. “If we go by Kael’s vanguard speed, and the currents along the Western Ocean, we’ve got maybe three days, four if we’re lucky. And Luna, Kael brought fifty ships. The Imperial Missive we intercepted… it says the Emperor is bringing over three hundred. We don’t have enough Black Summit engineers to pull off sabotage at that kind of scale.”

Ganzorig protested, “that boy is a runaway slave. He’ll fetch a good price at the market in Dragon’s Horn.” “Do you… question,” the Dark Emperor asked, “the will of… Tamerlane?” He struck a menacing pose with his gloved hand and feminine neko-te (cat claws). His fingers were still smoking from the intense ki they had released. “N-no,” Ganzorig answered, avoiding the mask’s blank stare. “I j-just meant that…” “I shall… perform,” the Dark Emperor said, “the Saimin… Majutsu. He shall be… one of us.”