The Human Emperor Novels & Stories

The Emperor was jostled in the fervor of the crowd, receiving more than a few bruises and possibly a cracked rib as he tried to exit. In his enthusiasm to leave the crowd, Devrim got off course from his exit. As he searched to get his bearings, the Emperor spotted something that made his heart stop. A little way off in the back of the crowd, a human boy stood watching with his arms crossed. By his sour expression, the boy was very displeased.

the middle-aged man said. The square-faced middle-aged man was the Milky Way Empire's emperor and Astrid’s father, Emperor Nimbus. A man who was at the top of the Milky Way. Moreover, he was the strongest person in the Milky Way so far. His strength had surpassed Infinity Rank and was almost at Eternal Realm. If he took another step forward, he would become the first person in Eternal Realm in the Milky Way. He would have great achievements and eternal glory. However, it was not easy to do so.

He put down a plan to claim the body parts of people that they'll be kidnapping unknowingly on the empire that no one else knew of and experiment on them 'This will be a magnificent creation I'll create secret it's to satisfy myself and to satisfy my desire to study human's body parts Again, the room was filled with a silly but evil burst of laughter that if anyone would hear the tone of the laughter they'll be able to stay silent. They’ll feel shivers to run down their spines making them silently afraid to look at the unusual laughter that the emperor portrays. Considering that he's a righteous person on the outside but nobody will ever suspect him to do such cruel things behind the whole p

The entire sky was covered as if bloody clouds were rolling. A figure stood tall in the sea of blood. This figure was different from the other people of the Blood race. It was a complete skeleton without any flesh. Its skin was covered in wriggling blood. However, although its appearance and its hair were condensed from blood, they could be seen clearly. He was the Blood Emperor. "Earth is just so-so. It doesn't even have a top expert. It's not even as good as the ancient times. Didn't they say that there was Immortal Emperor Chu? Why is there no trace of him?" The Blood Emperor muttered to himself.

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

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.

The emperor growls in frustration, his brilliant blue eyes spark with anger. “For years, you have been taking people who defy me under your care and custody. That alone is treason,” the emperor says in a deep voice. “Give her to me and leave with dignity. She’s too innocent for this life of running you’re putting her through. You never asked her permission before making her part of your Deviant Splinters.” But my dad won’t budge. He growls deeply, anger erupting as he shifts under the energy of the full moon and launches an attack on the emperor. His sharp claws sink into the emperor’s chest.

And there, sitting on a throne of liquid gold, was the Emperor of the East. ​He did not look like the man Lin had described. He was young, his features sharp and beautiful, his skin a radiant bronze. But his eyes were not human. They were two perfect spheres of emerald glass, reflecting the entire room in a thousand different facets. ​“You are late, Winifred,” the Emperor said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand bells. ​“Where is the Emperor?” I demanded, stepping in front of Winnie.

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

I imagined eyes watching me from the dark, eyes of people who would know me, eyes of those sent to find the Emperor’s mysterious helper. My mind played the beggar’s words over and over: "The Emperor… marrying the girl who saved him… Liora…" How simple it was, how impossible, it was almost funny. If only they knew. If only *he* knew. The Emperor, the powerful ruler of Kaldor, was about to marry a lie without knowing it. And the person who had made that lie happen was now running away, scared of what would happen.