The Emperor And The Assassin Novels & Stories

"Mother, does it hurt?" I took the handkerchief and shook my head, smiling at him. "Not at all." The text went quiet for a moment, then jumped again. [The Emperor's health has been poor lately. He keeps dreaming of the deposed crown prince…] [Back then, the crown prince was deposed because when the fifth prince tried to assassinate the Emperor, the crown prince was too forceful in protecting him and crippled the fifth prince. The Emperor condemned him for not caring about his own brother.]

Without hesitation, she rushed forward, closing the distance between herself and the assassin before April could react. The assassin revealed a rapier from beneath his cloak, meeting Emily in a clash of steel. He swung with practiced precision, his blade a blur as he aimed for her vitals. Emily dodged the first three strikes, each swing narrowly missing her by mere inches. Her movements were deliberate, calculated. When she spotted an opening, she lunged forward, driving her blade into his gut with surgical accuracy. She quickly retreated, her instincts guiding her to maintain distance as the effect of her blade’s poison began to take hold. The assassin’s movements faltered as his body betra

It was bright, vibrant, and full of life. It was the Emperor. He stepped out of the car and walked over. “What exactly are you doing, Emperor?" the captain of the Forbidden Army inquired coldly. The Emperor fixed him with a cold stare and pulled out a gun. Without saying anything, he fired a shot. In an instant, the captain was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. The rest of the Forbidden Army immediately leveled their guns. "Kill anyone who dares to move," the Emperor said indifferently.

Alessia’s hands trembled and her body trembled. Priam lifted a hand. “Guard.” A Terra soldier stepped forward, pressing a stone-forged blade to the assassin’s throat. The Emperor’s voice hardened, “Tell me who hired you.” The assassin exhaled slowly then smiled. Alessia’s breath caught. It wasn’t a smile of amusement. It was a smile of certainty. “I wasn’t hired.” Priam’s eyes narrowed,“What?” “I wasn’t hired,” the assassin repeated calmly. “I volunteered.” Eryx stiffened. “Volunteered? For what—treason?! ”

he instructed calmly, and he disappeared like lightning. When the emperor disappeared in front of her, she tried to remove the power that imprisoned her. But the power of him is forceful, and it is not easily destroyed. Outside the tent, the emperor was fighting with those who attacked them. It noticed that it looked like assassins were attacking them. While he was fighting he also secretly observed, later he noticed the Ottonem Nunneapia Nation Token hanging on the side of an opponent. He immediately suspected that there was a traitor within the kingdom.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

His royal highness was Prince Dante who was going to be an evil emperor. By then, I was sure that my cheat was bad luck. One way or another, I kept running into him. If I managed to escape, I would get a concussion to meet him again. It must be the author's doing. I was sure that he gave me some jinx that involved meeting the man who would kill me again and again. I saw the same faces again -- the commander, the soldiers, and the damned emperor. The current emperor wasn't him but he would always be the emperor in my head. Damn!

"What's going on?" "Why are Lord General and Royal Master fighting?" "Where is His Majesty?" Empress Heidi quickly walked out when the officials continued to argue. Her exquisiteness was filled with melancholy and rage. "Darryl has assassinated the Emperor. I hope you will all work with Lord General to kill Darryl and avenge the Emperor." What? The officials were once again shocked.

It sent a shiver down him and from Eloy's expression, he was completely aware of the heat the other emperor was emitting. Eloy came then and his emperor swallowed his essence. Eloy sunk into his other emperor who was nuzzling him and pressing kisses everywhere. He was thankful, for these moments and for his two men. --------------

And tonight, irony was sitting across from him in silk robes, sipping wine like poison didn’t taste half as bitter. The Crown Prince. The man who had nearly slit his throat in the morgue. The man who now—smiling faintly, like he held the sun in his palm—wanted to make him an accomplice. His dagger was still a ghost at Zane’s throat, even though he had sheathed it. The edge of it lingered in his pulse, reminding him that one slip of his tongue and he’d bleed out on the king’s spotless marble. Do-won’s chambers were suffocatingly neat—scrolls aligned like soldiers, silk cushions set without crease, the brazier whispering soft smoke. But oddly, it nowhere had the calculative-cunning vibe the pr