Urban Immortal Emperor Novels & Stories

"Who are you exactly? How can you promise the best title and ensure no one will dare insult my mother?" "The Black Emperor," answered Illarion. The rustling of the swaying branches created an eerie atmosphere in the morning as the cold wind blew through Illarion and Max's dark hair. Now it was the little boy's laughter that seemed to fill the Artias rainforest. "You?! You? Are you the Black Emperor? The Black Emperor who rules Anarka and now almost the entire Black Continent?" The laughter of the young boy continued. "The man famous for his fighting abilities, wisdom, and wealth."

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

"Will you come with me, Kyla? Be my mate, even though I live in the human world?" "Oh yes, yes, yes!" She threw herself into his arms and they kissed, hard and deep. "You said you know someone who can get me papers, right? I can stand beside you and be your real wife?" "Of course." False papers were a part of everyday life among immortals. One of his cousins could arrange that in a matter of hours. "Will you marry me, Kyla? As the humans do? I love you more than life." She already said yes, you brainless fur ball. Now get rid of those...defilers, and then get her some clothing.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest. And now, when he was at the peak of his empire, basking in the wealth and influence he had long craved, Lorenzo Kim had returned. The Kim Clan, once the supreme rulers of Korea’s underworld, had been a shadow of its former self for years. But Lorenzo had changed that. One by one, he was tearing Zane’s empire apart—stealing his contracts, luring away his allies, undermining his control. And now, Zane was steadily losing ground. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How the fuck do you have no clue about this?” His sharp gaze snapped to Vanessa, his inside woman—the bait he had ski

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.

Then we started the conversation properly. “I’m Alexander Lucas, the heir of the great Mr. Alexander, the real owner of the Alex Empire,” he introduced himself briefly. “Yes, I’m Vincent Isabella,” I said shortly. “Isabella, I can offer you life-changing help, but I want something in return,” he continued. “I can’t just help without anything in return. Yes, our family is well known for that,” he said calmly. Immediately, my mind spun. Eagerly, I asked, “What do you want in return?”

He looked strikingly similar to Joel. Emily furrowed her brows, reading the caption on the screen: "JOEL MANCHESTER, CEO OF EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATION." Her mouth fell open in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but it was still the same man and the same caption. Her mind raced, connecting all the dots: the bank accounts, the lavish lifestyle, the shopping spree. The man she was living with was indeed the CEO of Empire World Corporation. Everything suddenly made sense—the familiarity, the arrogance, and the inhuman aura he carried.

Taking out my phone I message Dwayne, telling him once they get an address to go and see if Jessie is there. “What more do you want?” “You’re going to agree?” Diesel looks at me annoyed. “If it gets Jessie back, yes!” I turn and look back at Mr Prent. “Name what you want.” I will do it. “The clubs, I want them, all the ones you own and others. I want all the clubs to stay having immunity from the police, and those in them regardless of what they do.” “Done, now where is Jessie?” I look at him waiting. “Slow down princess, that is just part of it. Jake wants the city, you and him running the city.”