The Human Emperor Novels & Stories

He didn't know why Human Emperor was in such a hurry! "Human Emperor, I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect that the Human Emperor of this generation would look like this... Well, after all, he's not a real descendant of the emperor, is he? He's just a guy who rebelled halfway. Those who don't know the truth might think he's an orthodox one, but in the end, he's not! Don't you think it's funny?"

The Ghostgator was basking in the moonlight when it suddenly jumped up and let out a deep growl. The old man lazily waved his hand. "Calm down. It's just an old friend visiting." A stream of light appeared before the old man. Then, it transformed into a man with soft features. "Duncan, I haven't seen you in decades. You look more handsome than ever." Duncan Mikkel, otherwise known as the Human Emperor, said nothing. He just sat down and stared at the old man.

Needing food and drink, just like humans, only, these children of the Emperor don't have the common sense that humans have. "How many of my children died as a result of that intruder, Shifu?" asked the Emperor of Shifu, who was the leader of the great Human Cocoon project. For the Emperor, Shifu is an important asset that he has so far. Due to Shifu’s research, his pursuit of conquering Caihong became easier.

I head in her direction, fully aware of the ridiculous smile on my face as she traces me head to toe with her own eyes. 'Look all you want, sweetheart. I'm all yours.' I think to myself. I lengthen my strides to get to her quicker when she gets the most adorable, confused look on her face. Does she not smell me? Surely she knows I'm her mate. Maybe she didn't want a mate. I get closer to her and inhale deeper. Then stop in my tracks. She's human. "Ah, fuck!" I mutter.

Suddenly, an otherworldly voice emanated from beneath the earth, "I...I've received my orders from the Heavens and will live and prosper forever!" As the voice died off, a human figure darted out of the ground. His eyes were black, and wisps of black mist were seeping out of them. He was about two and a half meters tall and wore the robes and crown on an emperor. A peerless sword slightly more than a meter long was in his hand, and he gave off the commanding aura of a monarch. He was an emperor from an ancient era and had been dead for more than a millennia. Somehow, he had accumulated an intense grudge over the past millennia and had turned into an undead - the 1000 year old Corpse King.

" Flashback. A few centuries ago, where Blade was still human. He was an emperor that was feared by all, He is known as what they called the tyrant Emperor. "Your Highness, Don't you think it is time for you to chose an empress?" His subjects asked him once again. What everyone cared about was the Emperor's offspring, and which family that he would choose his empress from. "How long has it been since i killed the last person that brought up the topic of an empress?" Blade looked at them coldly, as Dillan who was standing next to him immediately handed him a sword.

I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

On their last day in the woods, Eloy woke up first. He felt the two set of firm arms around him. Eloy always wondered these days as they got physically close if the emperors would like it if he initiated touches. He would like to. Emperor Adharva's hair was strewn all over his face. He wanted to move it away. But the man intimidated him on some level. And Mithraos had always been indifferent after they grew up. Earlier he used to play with Eloy's hair a lot.

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

"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.