روايات وقصص ضمن The Eyes Of The Emperor

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

When his eyes met mine, he didn't look terrified or remorseful. He looked... annoyed. Like a man whose afternoon nap had been interrupted by a persistent salesman. "Amelia," he said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion. "You're back." "Amelia?" Natalie gasped, though the theatricality of it was sickeningly fake. "Oh my god, we thought you were dead!" "Get out," I whispered, the words trembling on my lips before exploding into a scream. "GET OUT! BOTH OF YOU, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

Dread shimmered in my big eyes as I woke up with a jerk. I gasped when I saw him sitting on the single couch like a king. Our gaze locked. My eyes blinked as they needed to shut. My gaze traveled down. His sleeves were methodically folded up to his elbows, showing off his forearms, tanned and strong arms. I felt at his mercy. I drifted my gaze around. He didn't speak a word or walked over to me. I wasn't certain about his memory store.

I like natural looks because it makes me feel and look refreshed. After all the morning hustle, I quickly rushed downstairs, trying not to be late and not knowing what to do. So what do I do? Like make breakfast or get his stuff ready for work? Or... WAIT!! Hold up. I notice something on the small stylised table beside the sofa. I knelt down and picked it up. It was a ring—a man's ring with a shiny emerald on it. As I observed it further, I realised there was a carving of a dragon inside it.

Returning to where Lansford was, I looked at him straight in the eyes. “So why are you here?” he asked. “Hmph! There is no way for me to answer your question unless you tell me who you are first. For a human to know of our existence is just too suspicious.” He leaned back on his seat while maintaining eye contact with me. What was he up to, anyway? Raising an eyebrow at him, he leaned his chin on the back of his hand and shut his eyes. The moment he opened them, instead of his usual greyish pair of orbs, his eyes were now in golden color with a black slit right in the middle. But after only a few seconds, he blinked again and his eyes returned to being grey.

This also showed that the Cruel Emperor’s body was as tough as steel itself. Although the Cruel Emperor had been struck with great force - and certainly being smashed into steel wasn’t helpful at all - his eyes were still clear. As a man who had fought for many years he knew the importance of keeping your mind clear and your eyes glued to your opponents always. That was right up there with ‘don’t you dare lose’. So, the Cruel Emperor kept his eyes on his opponent. Even when his mind shook and his brain begged him for relief, he did not close those eyes. His eyelids did not even twitch. And it was because he kept true to the instincts he had developed over the years that he was able to see it

His Majesty noticed him with his powerful eyes, but getting through the dense grass to where he was was a problem. His Majesty was perplexed, unsure of what to do. Something compelled him to spin around, and he landed on the Emperor's face. He only cut his head once with his bully sword. But he waited. His Majesty turned, and the sword slashed the emperor's head once more. The sword's strength allows it to block the force that emanates from the eyes. After the eyes had been lowered His Majesty assumed the helm, and the Emperor of the Indocontinent touched the building's walls and apeared in the next chamber at breakneck speed.