The Emperor Of Mankind Novels & Stories

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!

He put down a plan to claim the body parts of people that they'll be kidnapping unknowingly on the empire that no one else knew of and experiment on them 'This will be a magnificent creation I'll create secret it's to satisfy myself and to satisfy my desire to study human's body parts Again, the room was filled with a silly but evil burst of laughter that if anyone would hear the tone of the laughter they'll be able to stay silent. They’ll feel shivers to run down their spines making them silently afraid to look at the unusual laughter that the emperor portrays. Considering that he's a righteous person on the outside but nobody will ever suspect him to do such cruel things behind the whole p

The wide castle filled with gold and decorations, huge as temple with beautiful maidens, the loud footsteps of Larry and his guards can be heard from some distance. "Greetings my lord, you summoned me" Larry starts and the emperor turns his seat to face them, surrounded with beautiful maidens serving him his meal. He signals them to leave and they all walk out leaving everything in order for him, he grabs a piece of meat and takes a bite. "Mhhh, soo good this must have been a very healthy turkey, want a bite?" he says while enjoying it and offers it to Larry .

"That would make you over a hundred and fifty years old." "Time is a currency, Alexander Northwood," Elias said, walking toward them with terrifying grace. "And I have more of it than anyone. I didn't want a 'Pact' for money. I wanted a 'Pact' to see if humanity could ever produce a Perfect Variable. I thought it would be the Empress. I thought it would be the Seed. But looking at you now... I see I was wrong." The Revelation of the "Fifth" Elias looked at Leo, and for the first time, a look of genuine hunger crossed his face.

Although he used a mild and calm tone in delivering his speech, every person could hear him clearly. "When I say revenge, I don't simply speak about the tribes you think of. I also mean the demon that slaughtered our innocent citizens in the Great War. The demon who orphaned our children for entertainment. It is because of him we live in fear of extermination. Yes, that's right. I am talking about the human called Tian Shen!" Monster Emperor Taras announced loudly. Chattering erupted in the crowd. "Silence!" Monster Emperor Taras shouted, quieting the people. Monster Emperor Shentia continued. "I know what you are thinking. 'That human disappeared thousands of years ago, so how can we get re

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

Control. Now I had all three. And ten years alone with them. Veylor’s deep, commanding voice cut through the roar of the waves with unshakable authority. “The only person capable of entering the Void without succumbing to its Miasma is the Emperor himself,” he began. “His essence was forged from the Void, shaped from its raw chaos. The Miasma recognizes him as one of its own, and thus, he walks within it freely while others falter, enslaved, or destroyed.”

Things were not made better by his frantic long white hair, which was indescribably domineering. The man and Darryl looked at each other from a distance. He did not know how long had passed before he let out a sigh. "I did not expect that after so many years, the first person to come in here turned out to be a human." The man's voice was not loud, but it had an irresistible force. Under that pressure, Darryl secretly gulped and cautiously asked, "May I ask who you are and what is this place?" The man chuckled and said, "I am Emperor Aurelias. As for this place, it is a place forgotten by the Godly Region. I call it the Immortal Tomb."

Was he not the child born of the power of Gini? Eric’s emerald green eyes averted to the man with a brown bushy mustache, who sat beside him. The man was laughing with some Drudge girl that danced on his laps. He didn’t know the man’s name. Names were forbidden in the Emperor’s court. It makes men become too informal, and informality was a disease that a strong empire should avoid. His father had said when asked why. Well, maybe that’s not everything there is to it. Emperor Ganto has a way of trying to hide things behind the other side of the curtain, but he always forgets that the wind blows sometimes, and when it blows, even the anus of a chicken could be seen. “That’s it, my dear. That’s

Not the river. A different body of water. Still. Reflective. “You don’t visit the old skyline anymore,” Pierce said. “I don’t need to,” I replied. “Why?” “Because it’s inside me now.” He nodded. Understanding without explanation. Back home, I opened a new notebook. Blank pages. Not for memoir. Not for legacy documentation. For reflection. I wrote one sentence at the top: An empire is not what you build around you. It’s what you refuse to let collapse within you.