White Emperor Novels & Stories

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.

This shadow further emphasizes his form as a man who looks like a human. His appearance is indeed not much different from humans, only his skin is slightly paler, his eyes are sharper, and also two fangs that adorn the row of his upper teeth. This figure, a man who had a "human" appearance, he is a vampire. Several rows of figures that resembled him were in front of the throne, put one knee to the floor, and put their right hand to the chest. "Welcome, Your Highness Harrison!" shouted those who were servants and bodyguards.

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.

The Second War God snapped out of his thoughts and replied, “The 15th batch of insect soldiers have just been successfully researched. They’re currently undergoing further testing.” Then, he clapped his hands. With the crisp sound, heavy footsteps were heard outside. Soon, a muscular man walked in. No, he could not be called a man! He looked like an adult male with his bare upper body showing off his muscular physique. His limbs looked incredibly strong and powerful. However, his eyes were completely white and devoid of pupils, and his face was deathly pale. His movements were quick but stiff. He was one of the insect soldiers that the fake emperor mentioned.

Matthew was looking up. His eyes were filled with surprise and astonishment. A giant shadow forecast over him as well the chimaeras behind him. The owner of the shadow was a large winged being with bluewhite scales. Its eyes were green and shone dimly in its own shadow. Its wings made it appear bigger. It was standing on two legs and it also had a pair of arms. It gave off a very intimidating presence with just its appearance alone. It was the Elemental Dragon Emperor, Platinum!

In the past century, many white vampires had passed away from a strange disease that struck the elderly, but new generations were born to continue the lineage. Only three white vampires had the authority to see the black prince: Ismael, now the ruling Supreme of the whites; Kaigan, his son; and Luciana, his wife. Ismael had promised the former Supreme he would do everything to ensure the prince remained in slumber, whatever happened to him. He would pass down the knowledge of how to make the century-long sleeping chemical to his children up to the following generations.

added Galela, patting Max's cheeks gently. "Who is coming, Madam?" Max couldn't wait to find out who the 'big guest' was. "The Black Emperor!" Galela answered, raising both of her hands. "A man famous for being very powerful, rich, a king of kings, and very handsome!"

In the White-Robed Divine Palace on the Central Divine Continent. Outside the grand hall, there was only a single figure standing in the vast land. That person was dressed in white from head to toe. From a distance, he looked like a spotless snowflake in the Land of the Divine. Upon closer inspection, one would find that this person's hair and eyebrows were all white, and even his skin was white. Who else could it be but the White-Robed Emperor, Mu Tianyang? At this moment, he was standing alone outside the hall, staring into the distance as if he was waiting for something.