The Emperor's Strategy Novels & Stories

“Guess you’ll have to share the throne.” He laughed once, low and rough, then kissed me — not tenderly, but like the world could burn around us and we’d still rise from the ashes together. When we broke apart, his eyes were steel again. “We find the rest of the traitors. Every last one.” “We will,” I said. “But we do it my way this time.” He arched a brow. “Your way?” “Strategic. Controlled. No chaos, no bodies left behind to rot in the streets. We make them disappear like ghosts. Quiet power. That’s how empires last.”

How embarrassing it would be! To put it bluntly, he pretended to prove that he was magnanimous. In that way, he wouldn't ruin his title as an Immortal Emperor. If he failed to pretend, he was not worthy of being an Immortal Emperor. Just like an emperor, the person couldn't be angry with a bastard and cursed. "Do you really want to see me?" Chu Xun chuckled. "To be honest, after we parted last time, I was thinking about you all the time," the Immortal Emperor said.

“The Lord of Six Doors is War Emperor, one of the Four Emperors of the Celestial Empire, just like my master, who you know as Beggar King. “Also, you may not have witnessed the spectacle where Six Doors suppressed Kamikakushi at sea. It was a warship firing its cannons at Kamikakushi without scruples. Has this kind of prestige ever been seen in Regal Palace? “Don’t think that Six Doors can’t make decisions on seemingly small matters in the north. The truth is that War Emperor is an elephant who doesn’t care to devote his true efforts on such small matters. He’s giving me an out, and I must recognize reality. “Official matters are complex. No matter how hard you fight domestically, you are st

With defenders fully blinded, and Dante stuck in an endless sea of Lycan infantry, Valerius finally stepped off the deck of his flagship. He didn’t wade through surf like a fool. He rode a swirling, concentrated pillar of red blood-magic, levitating straight up into the hurricane. Through the rain and the red lightning strobing everything, my violet eyes followed his massive silhouette. He was gliding right over the battlefield, totally ignoring Dante and the ground slaughter. He was moving for the tallest, most heavily warded tower in the Capital Palace. The Royal Nursery. My heart stopped , cold. The Emperor had said it himself on the beach: he liked his prizes intact. He’d summoned the st

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.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

Since then my mother has upped security there are two men standing at my suite’s door now and my sister and brother share a suite with me now for my own safety of course. A door slid open behind us. Russ emerged, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the patio. Russ was 6’1 and had green/blue eyes and his hair was a darker blonde than mine and Riley. Riley looked like a younger version of me. She dyes her hair purple and wears glasses so we don’t look much alike right now. “I told the cheating bastard to stop calling and I blocked his damn number. He’s been using different numbers since then. It’s so fucking pathetic.”

The Emperor look at Reves and Mae like he is signalling them to leave their room and they receive his signal. "Hmm... old man you mean?"He smirked as he started stripping his robe making Zelia's eyes widened. "What the heck are you trying to do?!" The Emperor smirked as he licked his lower lips, "To prove you that I'm not an old man." Zelia shook her head immediately, "No need. I already know you're not an old man. You're still handsome, your body is well-built and in my eyes, you're still in your 30s. You're really not an old man, I swear. How could a handsome at the same time hot can be an old man? R-Right?"

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.