The Emperor And The Assassin Novels & Stories

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

The emperor lay on the ground surrounded by doctors as Trix entered the scene. Guards scoured the compound in search of the assassin. "Trix!" Her mother called upon seeing her arrival. The empress was in tears and her dress was covered in blood. "Mother what happened? Are you hurt?" Trix said running to her mother. "I am well. This is your father's blood." The empress said trying to calm her daughter. "A man came in from the servant's entrance as we were planning the celebration tonight. When all of a sudden he was stabbed."

the shadow coldly said. Queen Isabel opened her mouth but found no words as the man, whose body was made up of scale, walked back into the shadow. “What was that?” The Queen finally asked. It was seldom she felt creeps in her body, and that man just gives her that feeling. “That…” Gilman started to speak but stopped to clear his throat from the shock. “That, my Queen is the emperor’s born assassins. He calls them his Cavaliers.” *** Zita smile as the gate of the dungeon was shut behind her. She walked up the leading stairs that spired up to the living quarters.

She didn't see the silver-eyed traitor lurking in the woods, he waited patiently for an opportunity and struck an arrow aimed at her back. Emily leaves the balcony when someone suddenly lets out a loud cry. The stone where her head had been a second ago was struck by an arrow that cut through the air. There were screams. Guards rushed in. But when they searched the trees, the assassin was already gone and had left behind a single, chilling message: "The Queen must not rise.”

VIPER Assassins shouldn’t breathe too loudly, or make loud footsteps that give their presence away, or make a single mistake that’ll definitely cost their lives. We’re fast, precise—just one lethal strike is enough to kill a target. I chant my usual mantra in my head, clutching my sword tightly as I attack a stupid scarecrow. “How long have you been here, Viper?” Emily asks as she approaches me. “You’re the most skilled already. What else do you want?”

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused