The Emperor's Blade Novels & Stories

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.”

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

“Brat, hand over the Fiend Lord’s heart! “Don’t force me to resort to violence!” Grand Emperor Rowan met Alex’s eyes. “Finish her!” Alex immediately unleashed a series of supportive attacks that weakened the enemy. The next moment, he grabbed the Immortal Butcher. Grand Emperor Rowan was overjoyed upon seeing the Immortal Butcher. “This is the Immortal Butcher I had back then!” “Great!” “Skyward Sword!” Grand Emperor Rowan leaped and turned directly into a ray of light before merging with the Immortal Butcher.

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!

"Dammit!" Enraged, a white, two-meter-long blade materialized in Qhuv's hand. With the blade in hand, Qhuv’s aura increased drastically. "Th-The Lethal Blade?" Upon seeing such a magnificent blade, the crowd could not help but exclaim. Some creatures who were observing the battle from afar could recognize the blade. "The weapon of the Killing Emperor…" "He's a creature of the Fatal Realm." Many discussed. The Lethal Blade was an Imperial Weapon.

“These are the demands from our Emperor. If the Town of Amber Leaves can agree to all of these conditions, we will accept your surrender and stop the battle,” Shin stated officially before reading out all the terms present in the scroll. The terms included very common terms such as taxes to be paid in money or as crops. Ability for the Empire to use and control the land and population as it sees fit. The condition for complete surrender and loyalty as part of the Flame Dragon Empire. All terms were common, and nothing stood out except for one in which Shin read with more emphasis than the rest. After all, this term was just recently added by the emperor himself less than a month prior to thi

Despite his huge improvement during the last few months, he would never have believed that his opponent’s improvement was even more outrageous than his own. He quickly grew angry and irritated as he directly started executing his self-created technique without any fanfare or consideration, An Emperor’s Decree. Unlike Kalen’s one-hit self-created technique, most soldier’s techniques involve striking at your opponent, not once, but many times to slowly build momentum. The Emperor’s self-created technique falls into the latter category. He lunged forward like a raging beast armed with a spear. His lunges seemed reckless, but his brain was calculating rapidly. Whoosh!! His hands blurred as he st

she cut him off while rolling her eyes. "Impudent girl" he cursed out loud and then spoke again, this time answering her question, "I'm an important member of the Kaedmen family, the Emperor of the Empire." 'So he was a nut' but despite her thoughts a smile traced her lips as she thought she might as well play along to her strange dream. 'No. I know what this is. I must have actually fallen from the window and this is what's happening to my brain right before it bleeds out. Gruesome', coming to her own conclusion she just played along.

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

The blade cut my arm. Shallow. Burning. I grabbed his wrist. Twisted. He dropped the knife. I grabbed it. Drove it into his stomach. He gasped. Eyes wide. I pulled it out. Stabbed again. Chest. Throat. Again and again. Blood everywhere. He fell. Collapsed. Twitching. Dying. I left him. Turned to find Em. She was fighting Victoria. Hand to hand. No weapons. Just fists and fury.