The Emperor And The Assassin Novels & Stories

PRAAAK~ The sudden low temperature that concentrated at one place and the snow swirling appeared as well. Both Black and Blue appeared in between their attributes. “We greet you, one newly appointed emperor. Your Excellency Hisoka.” Both of them kneeled on one knee. Soon, everyone that was gathered around them kneeled similarly. “We greet you, Your Excellency Hisoka, the Emperor of the Underworld.” “New, new emperor?” Second coughed. “How… how…” First still couldn’t move past Hisoka’s breathing body. TUM! Six Hyenas landed from somewhere. “Ugh!” This time, the Kings’ bodies fell flat on the floor.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

Giovanni Point of View I couldn't continue what I was about to say when suddenly an assassin handed me a black card with a golden ribbon. We were all just staring at the card and wondering why the assassin gave it to us. "The Emperor is asking for it. You have to come because otherwise you will all be killed." He bowed and left immediately. Our minds were full of questions and until now we had just looked at the card I was holding. "We won't lose our curiosity if you don't open that, Sebastian. Use your head." I widened her eyes but Cassidy just rolled her eyes.

Back then, my brother Clark had issues with them when they tried to assassinate him again. In my rage, I nearly wiped them all out. That’s when I spoke to their emperor, and we reached an agreement. Truthfully, the mafia world was split in two—the good and the bad—but all fell under the emperor’s rule. “What do you think your emperor will do when he finds out? Ah, I know—they’ll kill you.” With that, I shot him in the stomach, his eyes widening in horror. I put my contacts back on and looked down at him as he collapsed.

I pushed myself up, steady despite the ache, but the gown “You okay, assassin princess?” Zavier called, mockery laced in his voice. His smirk annoyed me. “You still have a lot to learn,” he added. I shot him a glare and got off the ground. “I had it handled,” I snapped, grabbing another gun. Zavier’s gaze locked onto me, sharp and focused. Over his shoulder, I spotted a man aiming at me. But Zavier stood directly in the line of fire. I should let him die. That was the plan, wasn’t it? He could die, but at the hands of someone else. Not like this. No one gets to kill him but me. I raised my gun. My mind screamed at me to take the shot.

It wasn't long before Philippa's screams of agony were heard outside. "Two, I want Gwenn Lich's heart!" "He was the assassin who tried to assasinate me when Mateo went to the war border. This is the evidence." Carissa took out a Black triangle metal laced with gold on its sides. At its centre, carved an insignia, GL. The empress was given another look by the emperor when the crowd started murmuring and looking in their direction. Everyone knows that Gwenn Lich was the assassin leader under the Emperor and Empress hold.

Witnessing one's gradual descent into their deathbed would be mentally devastating. Even Spencer, who was the Emperor of the Great Quinn Empire, had to accept the truth. “Who are you? How did you come in here? Do you know where you are?” a minister with a huge belly asked. “Is it very difficult to enter here? Isn’t this merely the palace of the Great Quinn Empire? You’re talking about it like this is a forbidden area. As for who we are, you’ll find out in a moment,” David replied casually. “Men!!! There are assassins in here!” another minister shouted.

I imagined eyes watching me from the dark, eyes of people who would know me, eyes of those sent to find the Emperor’s mysterious helper. My mind played the beggar’s words over and over: "The Emperor… marrying the girl who saved him… Liora…" How simple it was, how impossible, it was almost funny. If only they knew. If only *he* knew. The Emperor, the powerful ruler of Kaldor, was about to marry a lie without knowing it. And the person who had made that lie happen was now running away, scared of what would happen.

I’m so disoriented and confused as to what’s happening and before I can even try to get up, someone is on top of me and pinning me down with something cold pressed to my throat that I can only assume is a blade. I look up at my captor, assessing them. They are slender and curvy with the frame of a woman. Their eyes are a piercing green and make me feel like my every move and expression are under scrutiny and being assessed. I don’t feel afraid for some reason, I know I should, but all I can think about was the way my parents were murdered, and I feel angry and indignant. I am NOT going to die this way. Dying this way, of all ways… That’s bullshit! I narrow my gray eyes, continuing to meet th

Asalan Enlim says, dismissing them all. They filed out, leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reached 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 has 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 bedstand 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.