White Emperor Novels & Stories

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

The room spiraled into chaos as the arguing grew fiercer. "ENOUGH!" A voice rose over the noise. Instantly, there was silence as a woman in white robes approached the Empress's large bed. She was clean and pale, her skin seeming somehow translucent. But that was nothing compared to her eyes. Her irises, instead of being brown or blue, were colorless. More than that—they seemed to have a life of their own. A strange light swirled and shone between the black ring around the iris and the pupil, as if a storm were constantly brewing. It was mesmerizing. Even the Empress fell still between birth pains to take note of this strange character. "All of you, OUT," the woman in white ordered, "except y

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.

He was part of an ancient family of a race of galactic emperors, called Lehmann Fuchs. For twenty-six generations, they had exuded that sensation of cold sweat in which they feared their power and their influence throughout the universe. When they used to acquire so much that just before the time turned, she was always praised, like now. At that hour, she was taken to her chambers, the undead and muscular king, handsome and gallant. In which that opulent and exquisite environment was beautiful and majestic, with ornaments and inscriptions, magic circles,

It was polished and shiny in the sun. The young emperor spoke to the people, “I am Yvayn, the White Lion. I am your protector.” All those gathered cheered their emperor and bowed toward him. Shortly after, on a dewy early summer morning, Yvayn and Bogmarth left Shyr and headed for Semia. The White Lion rode Cliffhanger and Bogmarth rode a sturdy horse that had come to Yvayn a few days before, and it was packed for traveling. The young emperor led the way, the sun reflecting brightly off his armor, and he waved goodbye to his new friends. The riders were following the old road that had brought Yvayn to that town. Among the crowd were Ivar and Ernor watching as the two travelers disappeared in

"How did you get married without my permission, Harriet Goldlane?" Harriet squinted at those dark, hideous eyes. Axias Euclase, the Third Emperor of the Continent of the Euclase Empire, or the nicknamed Blue Dragon Knight who rules the Dawning Sky. The best emperor and most loved by his subjects, and the man who made Harriet his right-hand man. "Especially into that Monster Family, Almandine?" the man asked sharply. "Have you lost your mind?"

Only skeletons could be found there. At that moment, a harsh and hoarse laughter reverberated throughout the world. "Hahahaha, you kept me sealed for so many years, Green Emperor, but no seal lasts forever!!" Soon, ink-like sprawls of demonic energy sprang to life and converged to form a giant skeleton towering ten thousand feet high. The skeleton was not black instead of white, and emanating from it was the terrifying rule of destruction. Countless divine lights transformed into chains of order, encircling the figure while his surging aura brought about a shift in the world.

He opened the first page and started reading. “The Emius are the latest creatures which appeared only a hundred years ago after the War of Freedom. A pregnant woman drowned in the famous river Colouribus Conspiratus and drank its water. Months, she gave birth to the first creature whose eyes shifted to a different colour depending on its emotions, he was called Zurith. When he grew up, the late Princess Illy fell for his charm and insisted on marrying him and making him her king. Years after, the Emius were only part of the royalty.” “Oh.” Jimmy was impressed by their origin, he then remembered the portraits he saw when he first went to the castle. Zurith must be the grey-haired male with sh

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.

So, he went looking for the First Blood Emperor, a member of the Blood Race whose blood was different from an ordinary human's. “Let’s go!” Lucjan turned to leave. In a room in the underground palace… The First Blood Emperor was waiting alongside many Blood Race martial artists. He was wearing a black caped jacket and a hat that covered his face. However, his appearance could still be discerned. His face was pale and void of life, just like a zombie. He was sitting on the sofa in a room of the underground palace. Many who wore similar attires were standing behind him. “Blood Emperor.”