The Emperor Of Man Novels & Stories

Empress Park snarled gritting her teeth. "His Majesty the Emperor arrives." a eunuch outside announces. "Leave me alone, let him see that I am miserable!" She push Lulu away and she even wrinkled her red brocade robe. The door was push open, a majestic man came in, his long hair flutters against the wind, his black robe with dragon embroidery moves with his body. He look like a deity. "Empress, I heard you are sick." Empress Park abruptly stood up, making her stumble a bit, she bowed gently, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Aakash said. It was his suggestion to send them to his village. His uncle was a wrestler, including his cousins. Andrew could never imagine their whereabouts. They would be safe. I didn't want any distractions. "This is the time when no mistake would be accepted," I told them, darting my eyes at them. No emotion was playing on my face. I didn't open up to anyone. This was the first step toward becoming a successful businessman and the emperor. "Our men are keeping close eyes on his every move. If you allow, we should allow one of our men to let Max know that he's not alone."

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

My stomach twists in anticipation, my chest swelled in a way it hasn’t in years. I was feel like crap today, because I woke up to call from my house manager, he told me there was a break in at my Manhattan apartment. A brand new stalker. New creep, at least I know I’ve never stayed at the apartment yet. The things in the house were all brand new.

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.

The crowd was swept aside in moments, and the mouth of the alley was sealed tight. The golden carriage came to a stop, and the figure I knew better than anyone in the world stepped out and walked toward us with swift, measured strides. It was Father. It was my father, the Emperor. He was dressed in plain clothes, but I had never seen his face look like that before. It was not the kind of frightening that came with anger. It was the kind that made the air itself feel too heavy to breathe. "Father!" I stood there with my small back bare to the cold, reaching both arms out to him.

The Emperor asked as he was still holding the hands of Zelia who was panting, and doing the inhale and exhale portion. The Old Man shook his head, "I d-dont h-have any..." That was the time when The Emperor explode in anger, he clenched his fist and ready to swing his fist at the old man who is also looking guilty but Zelia stop her by tugging his clothes. The Emperor immediately look at her softly, gone the angry Emperor and it was replaced to a soft, with full of emotion... even the Old Man waa shocked when he saw The Emperor's emotion. The Emperor supposed to remain emotionless and unshakable, but that time... all of those walls of expression has visible on his face.

And his skin was rather pale. "Yeah, they look very human. A few minor differences as you can see." She pointed towards the man. "I mean, he almost looks ethereal. Quite pretty if you ask me." Looking at him from a purely aesthetic value, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the man. He looked healthy, albeit a little too alien for her taste. "The Emperor's name is Logan Alcott." Right. Ellis was seconds away from bursting into laughter. She'd turned certifiably insane. Maybe she did have a mental illness she wasn't aware of and this was all a figment of her imagination? Wait, was she in an asylum?

The other four Demigods on the wall gaped as well. Millions of clay figurines knelt and groveled in front of the man who stood up in the coffin, which was an absolutely shocking and incredible sight to behold. Was it possible that this man was Emperor Martyn? Was he really the legendary emperor of the Thaeria Dynasty, Emperor Martyn? “Rise!” The man opened his arms and commanded in a powerful voice. Those soldiers obeyed the order immediately. All the commotion had disappeared. The entire scene fell into a deafening silence. The atmosphere of the entire space seemed depressing and dull.