Novel & Cerita The Emperor Of Mankind

Whilst I was reading the report files on the information’s that has been gathered by the tortured and interrogated Assassin from the Spider. One thing that that stood out to me, and it has been bothering me quite a lot, like wood splinter under my skin. The fact that why the Emperor himself ordered his assassin to go an fetch him the Troll King Blood. The Emperor Sladin Kobul the 5th, Emperor of the Battle Star Empire, in his early days he was known to be battle maniac that waged war in order to measure his power and strength, whilst expanding his empire. A ruthless man, not the brightest, but he was surrounded by his capable ministers, supporters and many nobles. Not to mention he was an im

Azazel responded immediately, pushing the door open and closing it again before hearing Olivier's response, which astonished him. "The Emperor..." Olivier never encountered the Emperor face to face in his memories, but he remembered him being just as horrible as the rest of the family. The Emperor is not a talkative person, and he remained silent for the most time. But, as we all know, silence is more powerful than words. He was crowned Emperor after he assassinated the previous Emperor, his own father, due to his obsession with the throne. It was top secret information that Olivier manage to get and he decided to tell Azazel about it.

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."

“I still don’t understand why the rule exists and why we can’t kill her.” “That’s more the reason you’re here. Ignorant is bliss, but it didn’t apply to her. To our world. The Underworld is the lawless world ruled by the emperor.” He kneaded his legs, taking his mind off from the longing that had planted inside his heart. “The sudden rule after the emergence of the unwanted emperor?” Amino laughed at it. “It’s not sudden. It’s heavily related to the human experiments I told you about.” “Don’t tell me…” The chill rose from the pit of his stomach and went up to the nape of his neck. “Shadow… the emperor is the subject of the human experiment?”

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.

Just me. And I thought I had found that man in Bryan. I met him in a small café when I had just come back from school abroad. He was kind, humble, and full of dreams. He told me he wanted to become someone big, someone who could provide for the woman he loved. I smiled at that time and told him I believed in him. I never told him I was the real owner of Denim Group—the company that his friends talked about all the time. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to control him.

Maxinus asked desperately. “No there was no other way…except…No, no, no, it can't be.” “What grandmother what is it how is it the Emperor now walks the earth again?” “Before my father locked him away in the tomb. The Emperor realizing his faith tried to plea with my father. He said all he had done was for his queen, he wanted to be worthy of her. He told my father that he was robbing him of the chance to find his mate. My father said he had laughed at the emperor. “You think any sane woman would want to be your Queen after the horrible things you have done.” “How do you know that it will be a human woman that is to be my Queen? It could very well be any woman from your bloodline that is mean

A faint sense of nobility circulated around him. It was a genuine aura of nobility, the kind of presence that seemed to reign over the world. If an ordinary person were to stand before him, they might not even dare to lift their gazes. The man was indeed the current emperor of the Dragon Dynasty—Emperor Fraener Drayke. Standing beside him was an old eunuch, and he looked at the emperor with a gaze full of concern. "Your Majesty, please don't stand here waiting. Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Of course. How could I forget? Everything with you is a transaction. A favor. You’re doing me a 'favor' by existing in the same space." He doesn't flinch. "I am ensuring you don't wander off and make another twenty-thousand-euro mistake. Someone has to provide the common sense you clearly lack." "Is that what you call this? Common sense?" I step closer, fed up with the mask. "You’re not here to protect the family interests, Dante. You’re here because you can’t stand the idea of me having a single moment you don't control. You’re so obsessed with your 'standards' that you’ve forgotten how to be a human being."

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.