The Emperor Runyx Novels & Stories

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi

I needed to get rid of the Liora I had pretended to be, but how could I do that when the world was already starting to recognize her? The feeling of my lie felt heavier than ever. I had played a dangerous game, and the stakes were higher than I could have ever imagined. The forest, which used to be a place of quiet survival, was now a confusing maze of fear. I wasn't just Lioren, the clever survivor anymore; I was the main person in an Emperor’s story, and the end was coming, showing a truth that could destroy everything. I kept moving, like a shadow among shadows, pushed by the desperate, natural need to run, to disappear, before the Emperor’s eyes, now fully awake, could find me. I didn’t

It was the same need he’d seen in the eyes of his newborn brother looking at their mother. Jim pushed himself up and clambered to his feet. He was going to have to run again. He was so close to total exhaustion that his arms and legs were twitching and shaking. These things had chased him round the entire cemetery, and now that he finally saw them, they were worse than anything he could have imagined. The only reserves of energy he had left lay in his utter desperation. Jim turned away and started to run past Father Powers. The vicar stepped in front of him with his hands up. He pushed Jim in the chest with more strength than Jim thought possible for a man his age.

The emperor asked as his sparkled, and he added mockingly and smirking, "You can't even last long under the blazing sun." The empire was founded a hundred years ago. It wasn't the start of civilization, but it was the start of order and a systematic way of living. Royalty is at the top.The emperor won't bow down to experimental creatures that cease to exist, even if their necks separate from their bodies. These bloodsucking creatures were the result of humans attempting to create miracles, divine power, and alchemy. It amazes Aesthelia to witness someone who won't cower at the threat of another powerful yet evil being. The emperor looked menacingly but at the same time calmly.

- "There are a lot of them, but the most famous is the Banshee Lake, also known as the Lamentation Lake. To help you get your bearings, I will show you a map of the Empire. Here in the center is the Kingdom of Midona with the capital of the Empire, Thetia, at its heart. You must notice the kingdom is surrounded by a mountain range: the Chain of 300, a disturbing name isn't it. Between 1500 and 1600, the Empire was invaded without anyone expecting it. The invaders destroyed everything in their path and forced their way into towns and villages, but they never managed to reach the center of the kingdom because of this mountain range.Thinking they were dealing with some form of witchcraft or oth

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Just another two hours on this road and I would reach the destination where The Run would take place. The Run has been around since the original pack was created. The first Alpha king and leader of all wolves around the world created this event when she wolves were created and in limited supplies to the population of werewolves. The species needed to survive and the strongest genes needed to be passed down, hence The Run and the claiming of a mate. After the success of the first run the tradition carried down. Something about taking a female by force seemed like the ultimate manly thing to do and during those time periods where the male had to be strong and their offspring stronger to surviv

Chapter 2 Alexander: The rug was thick beneath my knees, soft wool fibers digging into my skin as I pinned Major Lazer—Lazer—down with nothing but the weight of my body and the sheer force of my will. His chest heaved under my palms, broad and solid, rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. Those piercing green eyes stared up at me, wide with shock that was already melting into something else: intrigue, hunger, a flicker of challenge that made my blood sing.

His thumb traced the line of my jaw. "You are not a liability," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. "You are the only reason I get up in the morning. You think I care about the Empire? The Council? I run this machine so that you and Adrian can breathe." "I know," I said, the anger draining out of me, replaced by the heavy weight of his burden. "But I need to breathe my own air, Lucian. Not just the air you pump into the room." He stared at me for a long moment, his blue eyes searching mine. I saw the war inside him–the need to control, to protect, warring with the need to respect me.

Swisshhh. "Aren't you running anymore, bastard? Come on! Run, you'll end up dying by my hands anyway!" said the demon dragon, staring at the evil emperor with rage. He didn't like insects that were too annoying like the evil emperor; for him, insects that were too annoying had to be destroyed immediately.