Novel & Cerita The Emperor's Blade

But in the end, only We Yan returned, carrying the bodies of his three brothers. “The Sword of the Hundred Kingdoms—is it truly meant to discover new talent for the empire? Or is it merely to showcase a kingdom’s prowess? Why must it take place every five years? Ah, it’s truly hard to fathom!” …… “Your Majesty, is something wrong?” asked General Ning, who had been suddenly summoned by the king to his study late at night. “Nothing, Brother Ning! I summoned you not as a king but as a friend. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you as a brother—please, have a seat!” replied the king, gesturing for General Ning to sit down.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

I imagined eyes watching me from the dark, eyes of people who would know me, eyes of those sent to find the Emperor’s mysterious helper. My mind played the beggar’s words over and over: "The Emperor… marrying the girl who saved him… Liora…" How simple it was, how impossible, it was almost funny. If only they knew. If only *he* knew. The Emperor, the powerful ruler of Kaldor, was about to marry a lie without knowing it. And the person who had made that lie happen was now running away, scared of what would happen.

Ean stammered, completely lost for words, being in his brothers’ presence seemed to destroy every bit of arrogance he just had. “You have gone too far this time” the emperor said shaking his head with a look of pure distain in his eyes, lifting the blade away from Markus with a small stain of green blood on the blade, Rector summoned a ball of golden light in his hand before throwing it close range at Ean’s chest, sending him flying a good distance from where Rector and Markus were, rolling over a few times he stopped, laying motionless on the ground, satisfied, Rector looked back to Markus before whispering to him with a smirk and wink, “sorry I am late old friend, thank you for the flare,

There was no line of pain on his face. "Huh! I know what will hurt you," Aiden headed to the cell and pulled Elsa through her forearm. Liam gritted his teeth turning his hands into fists. Elsa was slinking on the floor and trying to take care of her baby as he was heaving her roughly. Aiden left her on the floor and she whirled, Liam pulled out a knife, which was given to him during the coronation as he became the emperor. Before anyone could understand, the knife hit Aiden's chest.

"Your dagger has had a feel of the Drakos blood. However, it cannot have more than that." At that, Princess Nerina brought up her other hand and Emperor Vulcan's eyes widened as his hand that clutched the dagger began to grow numb till the blade fell from his grasp and onto his belly. Without missing a beat, Nerina placed her hand atop the one on his chest and pressed down. Her fingers formed violent blue cools of magic as her eyes took on a ferocious hue. A grin spread on her face as she drove the Emperor into cardiac arrest. She had chosen that method because he had once had a health scare of that level about a year ago so it wouldn't be a surprise if it happened again.

"And no more princess. If less you accept, this princess is a badass and crazy and will kill every person you care for and love." "Consider me staying in line, princess." His words are quiet as I keep the point of the blade pressed firmly against his neck. My eyes on it, watching the tiny drop of blood run down his neck, my eyes slowly looking across her body as my breathing hitches. He is wild, and smells it as well. "Like what your eyes are eating princess?" His voice a growl.

Thankfully they have written rules which include not attacking when weapons are down and the warrior is not attacking. However, it was Mithraos's reaction that was curious. Eloy seems to be frozen on spot as he watched Mithraos wield the sword. Rishi looked emotional and out of it and Adharva knew he will have to interfere. His brother is a great warrior. But when distracted, anyone is a danger to themselves. He raised his sword and clashed it with Mithraos's and sure enough, the emperor turned. The war come to an abrupt halt as the two Kings faced off. The swords were lowered as the emperor's warred causing sounds that echoed in the ground and the woods.

“Ah, that’s why I feel the Emperor’s Ice Power.” The emperor was trying to cure him with his Ice Power. Suddenly, the fan became a sword which he had previously looked like and she looked at him, remained still. “How dare you say that impulsively? The Emperor is someone you cannot provoke.” Lixien put her index finger into the tip of the blade and stabbed herself with it. Mr. Sword took it out in a dash and menacingly looked at her. “And do you think an Empress is someone you can point your sword to recklessly?”

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”