White Emperor Novels & Stories

He ordered in his bossy tone and ambled at the door banged the door behind him. I frowned and took my undesirable feet toward the wardrobe. I selected white trousers and a yellow crop top for today. I bathed with hot water. I combed my long wavy hair. I put light makeup to cover the mark of bruises. I picked up the red lipstick. His arm in blood flashed before my eyes. I threw it back. I shook my head to get rid of it. I swallowed the lump in my throat. How easily he plucked his arm from him. Shiver crept down my spine. I never thought I would be such a man's wife. No! no! no! Mafia Emperor's wife.

Never would they have thought that 'Hyoudou Issei' would have something that dangerous! "The 'Divine Dividing' or 'The White Dragon Emperor's Light Wings', it has the ability to halve the power of anything or anyone, which is then added to the user. The current wielder is a demon/human hybrid, named Vali." - Not saying the last name on purpose because of obvious reasons, Kiba talked about the Longinus he knew more about.

I let out a purr, closing my eyes as he rubbed the back of my ears. “I have never seen this before, Damien,” Dante said, his face serious. He was about to reply, but Julius ran back to us with a huge ass mirror. “Where do you even get that?” Richard asked. “The omegas. They have a couple,” he said, standing the mirror. Damien stood up, and I was looking at myself in the mirror. At first, I looked quietly, then I bent my head, rubbing my eyes on my paw to make sure I was not dreaming. I looked up again, and I wasn’t dreaming. I am white, completely white, and huge. I walked closer to the mirror to take a better look, even though I see clearly. I turned around, trying to spot another colour, b

The blue whale replied, praising Long Chen. "Fake half-emperor? What does senior mean? Could it be that I am not on the path to the half-emperor realm?" Long Chen, hearing the word "fake" from the blue whale, became confused. Why was he called "fake"? Hadn't he already reached the realm of the half-step emperor? Why was it fake?

the physician muttered with a faint smile. Yeonho scowled. "He’s an imposter." "He’s your brother," Vaani snapped, arms crossed. Zane nearly choked at the word. Brother?! Yeonho barked a bitter laugh. "I don’t have a family. Let alone a brother." Vaani’s sharp gaze flickered between them. "Then explain the resemblance. Aside from your hair, you’re practically identical." Zane suppressed a smirk. Oh, if only you knew. Zane had spent his entire life believing he was a descendant of King Yu. That the resemblance, the identical scar, the pale skin—they all pointed to him being part of the great royal lineage. At least, his mother claimed so.

Rai explained arrogantly. "Sorry—" he said dryly, "—I don't know anything about the Haltz Clan is because I live in the human world. My name is Albert... Albert Valentino. I'm also a vampire, to be precise—" "—a hybrid vampire, huh?" cut Rai. "How do you know?" asked Al confused. Rai raised his index finger and pointed it at Al, "Your skin… is too red." "Too... red...?" and Al immediately saw the color of his skin. "Is he color blind? My skin is obviously olive," he thought. However, a scream immediately stopped Al's thoughts.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

An hour later inside the throne room ten sets of chairs were readied as the following people came in. The last one to arrive was the Emperor. It seemed that he was still in the mourning period as he wore a white satin adorned by golfen jewelries so it won't look so plain. He sat on the throne while a man who looked exactly like him stood beside him holding a book. "Let's proceed." The emperor offered a low hum in agreement and lifted his hands towards his chin sitting lazily to the throne. The man had this air of laid back second generation as he sat there with his eyes close while the other do the talking.