Warhammer 40k Emperor Of Mankind Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 grand throne hall of Lupis Imperium glittered with a thousand golden chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished marble and tapestries that told tales of past triumphs. The air was thick with anticipation as the council gathered, the murmurs of noble houses echoing off the stone walls. Kael Stormfang, the Alpha Prince of the empire, stood at the head of the room, his face impassive, his eyes unreadable.

When I looked up, we were staring at each other again, nothing between us but tension and hate pulled taut like a wire. His body was all sharp lines and old damage. Scars were carved across his hands and his chest. No tattoos. Just history written into skin. I stood and found him too close. The door opened. Jero walked in, a smirk already on his face. "Looks like I interrupted something romantic." I shot him a look and walked straight past, heading for the bathroom to clean the wound properly. I ran the water and leaned close to the door, listening. Muffled voices. Low and sharp.

“Welcome boss.” I gave him a sharp nod, hesitated then stepped in. I had been so fucking close to ask if he had seen the object of my obsession but then that would give me away. The club was loud, Blue Eyes usually was and I was fucking proud of it. It was the one place people could let loose and do whatever shit they wanted but only within the boundaries I set. You see, I run the whole eternal city and I am worshipped like a god; demi god. Blue Eyes was more than just a club, it was a neutral ground for businesses you do that the government shouldn’t be aware of.

Qingluan quickly squatted down beside him and shook her head gently. In the distance, upon the people of the Orthodox Path heard the words "Nether Emperor", they were even more horrified. The four legendary characters in the four great Devil Sects; Divine Corpse of Corpse Refinery Sect, Venerable Bloodied Devil of Bloodied Fiend Sect, Empress Raksasa of Fort Raksasa, and as for the Dark Shadow Hall, it was this Nether Emperor. But these four rarely come out to the world and two of them were now here today. How could everyone not be surprised?

The black sails loomed over them like the wings of a crow. "Welcome home, Prince Noah," Valerius said. He reached out a hand to help Noah up. Noah didn't take it. He grabbed the rope ladder and started to climb, pulling Ethan up behind him. They reached the deck. A hundred Southern soldiers stood in perfect formation. At the end of the line was a man in purple silk. He had Noah’s eyes. He had Noah’s jaw. The Emperor. "You look terrible," the Emperor said. He didn't move. He didn't embrace him. He just looked at the blood and the leather.