The Eyes Of The Emperor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I wondered why she was upset, unless the man I just eyed was her. the Emperor Kaliel Fascar. I just eyed the emperor Kaliel, the cold Emperor. my death would be faster than it could be . how stupid could I be ? . I was eye undressing the Emperor of wolves , staring at him deeply. I wanted to cry. I quickly looked down until a voice said “ look up. ” he spoke, to me and my god I wanted him to speak again. kaliel's pov:

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

The cavaliers gave them the space as the two boys stared into their blue eyes. “I will destroy you and your friends too,” The Emperor said without breaking a sweat. “You are killing me with your horrible breath already,” Ginika hissed. The Emperor pushed him backward and charged again. They were both burning with blue flames and each clang of the blue sword sent a heat of vibration throughout the entire arena.

“In that case, I’ll take all of you to hell with me!” In that very moment, the Emperor seemed to be the real-life embodiment of the devil himself. He was the commander-in-chief of the Red Flame Army, which possessed a variety of extremely lethal weapons. Although their use was highly restricted, even for use in the case of a war, the Emperor could not care less. He had nothing left to lose. He glared venomously at the King. “Bring Mr. Lee here now. I want to speak to him.” The Emperor was still clinging to the last threads of hope he had.

I turned to the empress and saw that she was grinning from ear to ear, her purple eyes sparkling with great interest. “What does this mean empress? Have my powers awakened?” “There is a possibility, but I am not sure. This has never happened before.” I jumped out of bed and breezed to the larger mirror resting on the wall to get a better view of my new eyes. They were beautiful, like jewels sparkling under the light. I could not believe that these beautiful eyes belonged to me. “How do you feel?” the empress asked as she appeared behind me. I raised my hands to my face and gazed at them. My eyes looked different, but I definitely felt different. It felt like I had a new type of blood running

“She was important to me once. But that is a memory long past.’ And just like that, I understood. I realized, with sickening clarity, that this man—the emperor of the Battlerce Empire, the one who stood before me with all his cold indifference—was my father. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. “So, we had a child,” he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. “You look like her, but your eyes—your eyes are definitely mine. Only the Battlerce bloodline has aquamarine eyes.” His gaze intensified, sharp as a blade. “Tell me, where is she now?”

I recognize the sad eyes and sympathy lines of the face looking down on me. It is the kinder of the two guards that brought me here. "Take her back to her home," The King commands coldly. The guard clasps my arm, but his grip isn't as hard as it looks. I fight the temptation to look behind my shoulder and steal one last glance of the man who ruined me. He may be a ruler, but he is also a thief. Once I pass through the imposing doors of his private chambers I meet a daunting pair of glaring eyes that burn into my skin.

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.

asked the King. For at least an hour and a half, I would say, my mother and my grandparents walked through the life of the Empire without going into too much detail at times: laws, the Empresses, education, the economy, even the conflict between Goston and Youmor. In the meantime, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and on the way back, a voice called out to me. As I turned around, I came face to face with five girls. The first had dark brown hair, beautiful blue-grey eyes and was a little shorter than me. The second one had stunning green eyes, perfect skin and black hair, making her look like a porcelain doll. The third, seemed to be the oldest of the group. She had very short dark brown