The Immortal Emperor Novels & Stories

the figure spoke with distaste “Once again who are you, what do you want? And who is this Jhin you’re looking for?” Marcel asked him again “So you’re telling me you don’t know your own name?" the figure replied The unknown man stepped forward and Marcel saw that what the man looked like. Well calling him a man was an understatement seeing as he was just the same age as him wearing a black hoodie zipped up to his neck with the hood on his face, he was wearing some expensive looking pants with black boots on his feet. Marcel looked at the part of his face that was visible before the stranger pulled the hood down and it was shocking because his face was littered with scars from his forehead do

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.