The Emperor And The Assassin Novels & Stories

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination, “I understand your reservations. I can’t promise I’ll always be perfect. Especially when we’re back in DC. Many things about myself will never change. The way I practice law, the way I run my empire. Those are all absolutes in my life. But I want you at my side, ruling with me. I want you to be my Queen. Then, I can protect you and make sure you’re always taken care of." Lying side by side on our bed, the weight of our conversation hung heavily in the air. I couldn't shake the nagging doubts that festered in my mind. I knew Adrian's dark past all too well, and it was a shadow that cast a long and unsettling presence over our relationship. I watc

"...is that Count Vogard's passing was the perfect pretext to lure your husband away from the North." Roselyn’s entire body froze instantly, as if the rain soaking through her gown had turned into shards of ice piercing her skin. Hearing her husband's name weaponized like that brought a sharp ache to her chest, far more agonizing than the bitter cold that had already seeped into her bones. "What does the Emperor gain by baiting Kael here?" Derrick didn't answer right away. The downpour drenching his shoulders seemed far easier to face than the weight of his next words. "He plans to assassinate Kaelus while he is far from his army."

Azazel responded immediately, pushing the door open and closing it again before hearing Olivier's response, which astonished him. "The Emperor..." Olivier never encountered the Emperor face to face in his memories, but he remembered him being just as horrible as the rest of the family. The Emperor is not a talkative person, and he remained silent for the most time. But, as we all know, silence is more powerful than words. He was crowned Emperor after he assassinated the previous Emperor, his own father, due to his obsession with the throne. It was top secret information that Olivier manage to get and he decided to tell Azazel about it.

It ended here tonight, one way or another. Xavier stalked around the next corner just in time to see the nondescript sedan at the alley’s end peeling away, it’s reinforced frame and tinted windows giving away that it was no civilian vehicle. A muted pop sounded behind Xavier half a second before he registered the bullet grazing his shoulder in passing. Ignore the burning sting. Sloppy assassins and their cowardly suppressed weapons – just another layer of distraction while the true target disappeared. Jaw clenched, Xavier pivoted and returned fire in one smooth motion, dropping the concealed gunman on a fire escape above before slipping into the shadows himself.

It was killing me on the inside, but I didn’t dare do or say anything out of turn. “Emperor, you heard him. Nothing inappropriate happened. It’s all just a big misunderstanding…” the empress quickly cut in. “Empress, are you implying that General Shin and I both misunderstood the situation that we witnessed?” It was Ren’s cold voice that shut the empress up this time. I guess this is what happens when you speak out of turn. Ren was clearly not going to let the Empress step in and disturb the process of justice. “Please refrain from speaking out of turn,” the emperor said coldly, and the empress apologized immediately.

After killing all the assassins, Theo, jumped down from the roof and applauded them. “Very well done! The Princes of the Dragon Empire doesn’t disappoint me at all,” said the Emperor. “Of course,” said Elijah. “You were still slow on summoning,” said Adian. “What?” Elijah pointing to himself. “Right, Eric?” asked Crown Prince Adam looking at Eric. Eric nodded, and said, “You need to inch that foot forward so you can summon that dragon with a BANG!” “Says the General of the Dragon Empire,” whined Elijah.

He was tall, broad shouldered, and his steps were quiet, too quiet for someone his size. His eyes swept the room, then landed on me. I recognized him from a distance, once, standing near Antonio, silent but alert. Now, up close, he looked even more dangerous. His face was weathered, jaw tight, nose slightly crooked like it had been broken more than once, his eyes were dark, unreadable. “Hello, failed assassin,” he said, voice low and rough, it wasn’t a greeting, he said it like he was stating a fact. I said nothing, keeping my eyes on him, my body coiled and ready. “I’m Matteo,” he said, “You’re under me now.”

Because he was on his way to look for Baba Kamal. I see you are correct, sect master, for I promised Kamal that I would return. Okay, Kamal. I have returned to you. Right, you thought you could hide from me. Get up and let's go; I need to see the President who hired you to assassinate me. Kamal gave him a cold stare and refused to stand. Do you believe I'm joking? The Emperor had inquired. The room was deafeningly quiet. His Majesty summoned his bully sword to murder all five of the lads and their master.

“You gave me no choice, Emery. In this place, your maidservant or anyone cannot help you leave. You will be staying here until you tell me why you went to Damiane village and what your real intention is in coming to this place. You know I keep my words so if you won’t say anything, you will stay here even if you breathe your last breath.” Emery rolled her eyes to the side and scoffed. Still remaining seated, she said, “Will you believe my words though? As I perceive it, it seems like you won’t stop interrogating me until you hear the words you wanted me to say. It does not matter if it is the truth or not but what matters to you is that I confess to being an assassin. Is not that right, You

snarled another. "Time's ticking, can we speed this up? I've got places to be," Emine's impatience was palpable. With a lightning-fast flurry of movements, the assassins found themselves writhing on the floor, taken down without even realizing it. It was clear they had underestimated their opponent's prowess. But why had their client portrayed her as a helpless heiress? This was not what they had signed up for. Emine flexed her hand, a look of disgust directed at the fallen foes. Aiden's voice cut through the tension, a warning in the air. As she turned, she collided with a solid chest, strong and masculine.