The God Emperor Novels & Stories

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

He meant Bobby and the rest. Since the ‘pigs’ were fat and big, it was time to cut them. Green Dragon continued, “I still do not understand. How did you predict that someone like Tyr would appear? If it were anyone else that wasn’t Tyr, this would have been impossible, right?” From Green Dragon’s perspective, the War Emperor was a god. He even doubted if there were more abilities of the War Emperor that he did not know of. The War Emperor laughed and said, “There was a beggar among the four emperors. He was called Beggar King. He is also Tyr’s master and my best friend.”

“Northern vows sound stronger beneath snowfall.” Halrem, who was halfway through dismantling a particularly offensive dessert arrangement with her fork, looked up with cool disbelief. “No sensible person would kneel in snow voluntarily.” Silence settled around the banquet table immediately because everyone present understood one catastrophic truth… Draevor was listening. The Black Dominion emperor slowly lifted his gaze from the wineglass in his hand, and the expression that appeared on his face was instantly recognizable. It was the same look he wore before architectural disasters, public proposals, and every other catastrophe he somehow transformed into courtship.

I was a ghost again, fading back into the big, uncaring night. The bag felt heavy on my shoulder, not just with my few things, but with the unbearable weight of a promise I could never keep and a truth I could no longer hide. The Emperor was looking for Liora, the kind girl who saved him. But Liora wasn't really real. And Lioren, the boy who had briefly known a strange kind of friendship with the future Emperor, was now running for his life, not just from the Emperor’s men, but from the Emperor himself.

My right hand twitched, the silver light flaring instinctively beneath my skin. "The Emperor is dead," I stated flatly. "I broke his spine in the throne room fourteen years ago, and Torin scattered his loyalists into the western ash-wastes." "The Emperor is dead," Valerius agreed, holding the letter out to me. "But empires are like rust, Jace. If you don't scrub every last flake away, it slowly eats the iron underneath." I took the envelope. I didn't open it. I could feel the faint, residual kinetic energy on the paper. Someone had carried this a very long way on horseback, completely avoiding the flex-rail train network.

Control. Now I had all three. And ten years alone with them. Veylor’s deep, commanding voice cut through the roar of the waves with unshakable authority. “The only person capable of entering the Void without succumbing to its Miasma is the Emperor himself,” he began. “His essence was forged from the Void, shaped from its raw chaos. The Miasma recognizes him as one of its own, and thus, he walks within it freely while others falter, enslaved, or destroyed.”

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Hai Mingyue never imagined there would be other enemies besides demons in their world. "None of us know. But there's one thing we can conclude from their arrival here." "What's that?" "Our world is the birthplace of the Dragon Emperor." "The... Dragon Emperor? Was he the ruler of our world in the past?" Qin Nian shook his head. Of course not! The Dragon Emperor he mentioned was the god of the sacred beasts, a leader whose name had reached a level where even the gods were jealous. Back then, when their world was still one of the middle-tier worlds, the Dragon Emperor brought prosperity and elevated this world to the upper tier. And after that, he went to a higher realm to cultivate further an

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

He stretched out his hand. "No!" The Daemon Emperor unleashed an endless torrent of daemonic energy. It surged into the void, tearing apart space and creating black holes. Yet, Adrian responded with a serene gesture. Streams of violet energy rippled outward. "Argh!" The Daemon Emperor's scream was abruptly cut short. The once-immortal ruler of the daemons fell as he was eradicated from existence. Hovering above the world, Adrian surveyed all living things. He was both the Heavenly Emperor and Adrian. Though everything had changed, he remained true to himself.