White Emperor Novels & Stories

adorned with shimmering limestones is curved elegantly along the sides. From my vantage point near the middle of the deck, the vast expanse of the beautiful blue ocean stretch endlessly ahead, but all my attention keeps drifting toward the front, the bow of the deck. The Emperor stands there. He hasn’t moved once since we started our journey. Today, he's not dressed in fancy coats, gold or fur, yet he looks even more appealing to the eyes. A white, open-necked shirt hugs his chest, tucked into tight black leather pants that show just how tall and broad-shouldered he really is. He wears no crown, or jewels, and yet it’s obvious to anyone who looks at him, that he is pure glorious and royalty.

I sobbed, as purple mist from the amethyst swirled around me. The white hart molded into the shape of the dead god of Venus, Eleleth, and walked to me on shuddering legs, dragging all of the inferno behind him. He had starch blond hair, was thin and pale and obscenely tall, and his white robes and tunica were covered in dust and moths. A sickly halo bloomed white-blue on his head.

And there, sitting on a throne of liquid gold, was the Emperor of the East. ​He did not look like the man Lin had described. He was young, his features sharp and beautiful, his skin a radiant bronze. But his eyes were not human. They were two perfect spheres of emerald glass, reflecting the entire room in a thousand different facets. ​“You are late, Winifred,” the Emperor said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand bells. ​“Where is the Emperor?” I demanded, stepping in front of Winnie.

the white man nodded his head. “Exactly; also we are talking about the Lightning Emperor over here!” the black man smiled before retrieving a betting slip from his pocket. “You really did bet on the Lightning Emperor,” the white man chuckled bitterly. “Why so bitter? Have yo already placed your bet?” the black man was quick to realize what was wrong and pointed it out.

Herman said. The white lady is a localization term for "Kuntilanak", the mythology creature of Indonesia. I use the Javanese version instead of Pontianak one for this story. “You know, she’s too beautiful for a white lady.” Varz sheathes his sword. “Wh... What did you say? White lady?” Kartika passes out as she’s shocked. “Even a demon like her is afraid of ghosts, eh?” Herman rubs the back of his head. “Hey you, I hope you can behave yourself. Or else, this sword will penetrate the skinny tummy of yours.” Varz points out his sheathed sword to her.

He was born to be the king of his people. I frowned. I stared at every picture of him. He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He was holding a fish rod standing near the water pond. He was looking so cute but his face wasn't giving any expression. He must be eight years old in it. I moved to the second picture. My heart picked a race. He was holding a samurai sword. It was hard to pluck my gaze from his beautiful face. He wasn't smiling, not even for show. I slithered forward in hope of getting his smiling picture.

Levi finally uttered, offering Wyatt an apologetic smile. "There are many white wolves." Hank laughed, shaking his head, like this information was of no use, but like Wyatt, I knew that was not the case. "No, there are many white furred wolves, but few actual white wolves, who descend from Selene, with powers like Emmy's. In fact, there is only one alive at the moment. And that is:" "Emmy." I nodded, my eyes closing as I yet again took a deep breath counting to five before I let it out.

A few high-fived each other, and a few more took a swig from a flask. We watched each other curiously until the door swung open, and many men marched in, filling the space. They all stared at me, but no one approached. As everyone settled, the man in the cowboy hat who had transported me came to the podium, and the crowd hushed. His cowboy boots kicked my cage, trying to get a reaction out of me. “Gentlemen!” He bellowed over the crowd. “We have the white wolf!” The cheers and yells were deafening. “God is with us, giving us the power to eradicate the abominations that roam our world.”

Then will think thoroughly what the fuck is going on! "Hehehe, Your Highness. I am your biggest fan. An unintelligent goblin evolved into a being that redefined the history of goblins and races of this world. The first being in the history of the Alfheim Continent, who is not an Elf yet became the crown Prince of an elf nation. Of course, I will search for you through the whole city only to have a glance of you, your highness." A pale-skinned, tall and handsome elven man spoke out of the elves who finally reached the floor. His long hairs and eyes were pale azure-colored. Though he was saying the achievement of Azalias's previous self like a proud follower, the delivery speech tone was prett

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach