Xenomorph Emperor Novels & Stories

Zelia can't still move her body because the pain is still flowing on her body because of the effects of the poison,but her body itself is also doing it's best to adjust her pain tolerance that much higher than the poison's effect so that she will get used to the poison's effect again. The Emperor was feeling much nore murderous, than even Reves and Mae could feel his bloodlust and they panicked. "Y-Your M-Majesty... c-calm d-down..."He was also intimidated by him. They know how monstrous he is when he's mad. "Find him and bring him to me. Bring him alive."He ordered. Zelia lightly tap the Emperor's cheek making him glance at her, "Is something hurting you? Should I call the physician right n

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 subterranean citadel was cold, its walls damp with the weight of forgotten wars. Ash Ravenspine stood in the center of the arena, his bare feet echoing on the stone floor as he lifted his arms to the ceiling. His body was a map of scars, each one a testament to the empire's relentless training. Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind.

Now, We Yan truly resembled a demon that had been rampaging across the battlefield—a demon that had slain many enemies with a sword fueled by an overwhelming intent to kill. “Pain? That’s a funny thing to say. How could a ruthless criminal like you still feel pain? Are you really a criminal?” asked We Yan, his cold aura fixed on the man who had just tried to kill his adopted daughter. The criminal leader swallowed hard upon seeing We Yan appear; he moved quickly to flee with Princess Chu, but the enraged We Yan realized the leader was trying to escape.

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.

Debris and freezing wind, as well as an overwhelming, draconic pressure, crashed down from above. A tall figure descended. Golden hair, golden-slitted pupils, and scales faintly emerged across the figure’s body. His features were sharp, cold, and utterly inhuman. He was the Dragon Emperor. He stood amid the ruins, his gaze like a blade, locking directly onto the golden tail around my ankle. My brain was completely short-circuited. The next second, a small, golden figure shot up from the bed. The little guy transformed mid-air into his dragon form—a small, golden-scaled dragon—and blocked the opening.

To reach them, that winged bastard would have to gnaw through every inch of my skeleton and drink the last drop of my marrow. From the magma crater’s depths rose a colossal figure. The Great Cosmic Dragon Emperor appeared neither as a lurching cave beast nor a common winged reptile. He had taken his humanoid combat form: a mass three‑and‑a‑half meters tall, clad in overlapping plates of igneous gold as thick as siege shields. Two monumental star‑obsidian horns sprouted from his temples, curving upward like burning scimitars, while behind him unfurled membranous draconic wings tipped with black diamond spurs, defying the gale.

Before him stood a figure cloaked in black, face obscured by a hood. “Who are you?” Zane rasped, his throat dry and cracked. The figure tilted their head, their voice low, resonant and feminine. “I am the Guardian of Time.”

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

If a Green Emperor hadn't appeared in the human race, maybe the Bleurealm would still be dominated by the Ferocious Beasts clan. Later, the real immortals fought, the Green Emperor became an immortal, and the human race rose, the Ferocious Beasts were driven to survive in the poisonous miasma of Aloe Province. If he hadn't accidentally obtained the blood of the celestial demon, acquired the inheritance of the former extraterrestrial demon, and evolved into the body of the ancestor god, he was afraid that the Ferocious Beasts clan would have disappeared in the long river of history. When Xavier heard this, he nodded and said with a hint of threat, "It is best this way. As long as you help me