The Emperor's Strategy Novels & Stories

She pursed her lips, “Is killing at that moment the only option? I understand that you need to take full control and that they are threatening your throne, but is killing the only option you had… Your Majesty?” His eyes narrowed and blinked it afterward. “The only option an Emperor had in that kind of option is putting a threat to any Official who dared covet the throne. Killing is the only way to shut the mouths of those annoying rats.” He closed his eyes, locking his jaw and wetting his lower lip out of frustration. He didn’t know that he would explain in such a manner, so he cleared his throat and continued, “I mean…. Never mind.” He waved his hand and then massaged his temple.

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

As Sage restricted the emperor's movements, Remy grabbed the emperor’s other hand and held it tight. Another streak of light approached. Strider appeared at the emperor's neck, grabbing ahold of the latter’s helmet. "You say you want to rule the world and have killed so many using those meteorites. If that all ended here, I dare say you’re tough out of luck. You really shouldn't underestimate the power of those from the present," Strider said calmly as he relieved the emperor of his helmet while the latter was restricted.

"Deploy the 12th Army around the borders. Make sure none of our enemies make a strange move during this time." "As you command!" Davido nodded and went to work. The few snakes trying to sabotage the Capital said nothing as they followed along. The 1st Emperor did not follow as he caught the sight of someone leaving among the aides. Meeting in a corridor, the aide spoke with a man in purple clothing. Skin completely purple from the greater stages of the disease plaguing the different Empires. "The plan did not work, the Empress is not as cautious as her mother!" The Aide was most agitated. Smart enough not to get to close to the man. "Elder Relenza.. you do not look so good."

"What are you looking at? No freebies here! Show me yours first." I read in the books that the emperor was sexy. Nobody could blame me for not trying. The commander coughed as if he was choking. The emperor took off his cloak and tossed it on me. "Make sure to cover your head or I will chop it off." Perhaps, it's better not to flirt with a guy who had killed me twice.

Directed entirely at myself. I stripped on the way to the bathroom, leaving the dress and underwear on the floor. The water in the bathtub ran hot. I stepped in before it was full and sat down hard, arms braced on the sides. The heat should have helped. It didn’t. Every shift of water against my skin only made the pulse between my legs more obvious. I hated this. I had touched Owen for strategy. I had cupped him, stroked him, left him hard and desperate on purpose. It was supposed to be clean. Controlled. A tool. Instead my body had taken the moment and turned it into something greedy. Something that still wanted.

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!

When it came to them, seeing is believing, even though he could admit that even after witnessing, she was still skeptical. Goddess, she always gave him a hard time letting those walls down. But he was a very patient man. Looking into her gorgeous, mesmerizing blue eyes, "Well, I guess you would just have to sit back and see for yourself, and of course, the Emperor is open to hearing about your terms and conditions." Demarion spoke, his voice held sure. Then he added, "I am...we are doing it for the potential alliance. We are not blind to the opportunities and doors that would open with one in place. The Emperor simply refuses to bend to that vermin's will."

“Dear, this is very damaging to the reputation of the family. What shall we do?” The Emperess asked her husband. “What can we do? The only people who know the truth are Blake, that woman beside him, and us. But for now, we will wait. We also need him for the Formation ceremony. When all of this is over, I will have Blake and that woman eliminated,” The Emperor said, not worried that Blake was more powerful than him. He was the Emperor who had the entire Kingdome at his fingertips. He will suppress the information until the Formation ceremony is completed between the four provences.

and who was poisoning his mind from where dis he got the idea of singing to his beloved to please her and get her to forgive you . " No , No , This one won't go . I know my believe must be rushing outside to meet me at this moment this noble one just need one more chance , we can't let her think we left " said the Emperor gazing at the rose palace with a rapt misty eyed expression " C'mon , Dante take it from the top !" If poor Lord Kaisen knew that the Emperor was busy wooing his beloved Empress back while his son wooed his daughter , who knows what would have happened to our dear prime minister .