The Emperor Runyx Novels & Stories

Their ample mounds, perky butts, river-like curvy waist, and the forest under the little valley were enough to make a man turned beyond crazy. He was drooling seeing this wondrous scene. He hummed, "Ah! Only if all the dreams can be so amazing like this!" The bewitching empress, who laid on the bed, stood on her knees and began to undress him while kissing on his cheek and lips. On the other hand, Azalias slid his hand down from the waist and grabbed the perky butt of Gristel, while his other hand ran wild on the ample apples of the second girl.

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

I had stupidly chosen the most secluded bench in the entire facility just to avoid the stares of the workers, never imagining an old family loyalist would use the opportunity to corner me. "You're an Ashford, Obi," Redmond hissed, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper as he leaned over the table. "You're the rightful bloodline of the Black Eagle empire. You should be running this territory, not letting some foreign warlord use you to catalog his stolen inventory." He gestured toward the administrative office where Cassius was standing, his eyes filled with absolute disgust. "We have enough muscle left in the lower ranks to drive these animals out of our city."

Mother pressed her lips together like she was trying not to smile. “Uncle,” I warned. Alexander asked innocently, “What? I had hopes. Fine hopes. Good strong hopes. Ronan of Brooksbridge. Alpha. Responsible. Serious. Terribly grim at meetings. It would have been excellent.” I replied, “It sounds awful.” Alexander agreed, “It would have been awful for you. Excellent for me.” Nyra laughed. Alexander pointed at her with his bread. “And now he is running off to Emberfall. Which, from what I understand, is a fantasy kingdom hidden beyond a magical meadow with dragons, molten lava, a royal castle, green land in the Outlands, and a terrifying Dragon King who is apparently your father.” Nyra tilted

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

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.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

Both dressed and ready to go and without a word, we stepped out. As the car pulled away from the palace, I looked up at the building. My eyes strayed to his window. It was dark. I rested my head back against the door, silent. I didn’t know what the future held. But I guess he wouldn’t be in it. Alex's POV “Your Highness!” Ray’s voice pulled me from the ground. He rushed down the corridor, stopping short when he saw me on my knees. My hands trembled slightly but I gathered myself together, standing up to face him with a straight face.

A few moments after the Chiefs entered, his father's arrival was announced by the royal herald. "His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the continent, Emperor Vulcan of the Estor tribe is coming in now! Please stand to greet and honor him!" The Herald declared, stamping his heavy staff on the hardwood floor. The emperor entered the chambers looking as regal and tall as ever despite being well into his fifties. He sat down at the head of the table and nodded his head; a signal that meant he had accepted their greeting and they could all sit down. Before the emperor could speak, Daegal immediately got a word in. "Chief Davit, what is the situation of the riots in Alsayf? Are they getting better

the emperor said, encouraging Ren to go on and make his point. “The recent event has shown to me vividly that the title of the Lady White Lotus and its implications was not enough to make other men recognize that Rin belongs to me. I sincerely hope that this outfit that I have chosen for her to wear is extravagant and symbolic enough that the crimes committed against Rin’s and my honor would not be repeated in the future,” Ren said, clearly and solemnly before he bowed to the emperor at the end of his statement.