روايات وقصص ضمن The Eyes Of The Emperor

I looked up. His crimson eyes were on her. Directly this time — not peripheral, not the passing survey of the corridor inspection. Looking at me with the full weight of the Emperor's attention, which was the kind of attention that could silence a room of generals, that could make grown men of military rank speak carefully and choose words like they were choosing weapons. I held his gaze.

“I believe you have something that you wish to give me?” Aki shyly lifted her eyelashes and handed the Egg to the Emperor, who in turn passed it to Mr. Rokkaku. The great warrior took the Egg with both hands and a bowed head. “Ah, all is right in the world again,” the Emperor said. “I am pleased.” When Aki briefly caught the Emperor’s eye, she thought he secretly winked at her. He turned back to the sea of guards, which was once again whole and facing forward.

"Y-Your Majesty, Please spare me!" Xu Zhengming stutters and his knees trembling. Yes, he is prideful but he knows very well that aside from his good looks he has nothing to be proud of. The emperor's phoenix eyes seem burning as the flame on his talisman reflects its radiance. He narrows his eyes as he looks down at the shorter man. This scene looks like a vicious predator is calculating how many times will it chew the pitiful trembling prey before it goes down to its stomach.

But his head shifted just a fraction, his eyes darting toward Kai Feng. Kai Feng noticed. The Emperor’s head turned slowly. His dark eyes, usually so expressionless, scanned the back rows until they found exactly what his beta was looking at. They found me. Our eyes locked. The distance between us seemed to vanish, leaving only him on that high, limestone dais and me in the dirt at the very back. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink.

His hair caught the light. His eyes were that steel gray she had known, but now they carried a new weight, like a ledger with no end. For half a breath, they looked at each other like two people who had once shared a room. The child stirred and made a small sound—a tiny vowel that could mean anything. Adrian stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. His gaze dropped to the child on Elara’s lap. The air in the room changed. It was the same city air, the same quiet hum, but something in it tightened like a wire.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

A while later he mustered some courage and opened his eyes, what he saw in front of him, almost took his life from the shock. He saw The Elmahnean Princess Filuna, was standing at the door, her Azure-Grey mixture eyes turned blood red-colored, those two eyes were looking so blood-lusting that anyone would shudder from fear, silvery-white colored hair was floating in the mid-air, two milky white cheeks of her became red from anger, a few minutes ago when she woke up, she found herself naked, so she made a white dress out of pure magic. With her terrifying blood-lusting look, magical dress, and stunning beauty, she looked like a goddess of death. Seeing this look of her, a weak-hearted person

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.