Xenomorph Emperor Novels & Stories

The Four Emperor from Dragon Clan, Slay Clan, River Clan and Drain Clan has a guest with them, there are three people by each Clan's. The Five Emperor entered the golden gate as they all walk in highly. The Emperor of Dragon Clan which is the Empress, is named Zenneth. The Slay Clan's Emperor is Zerges, the brother of The Emperor in Claw Clan and Zerzus. The Drain Clan's Emperor is Fictov and lastly, The name of the Emperor of River Clan is Avesher. There is only one Empress in the Five of them and the rest of the four is all Emperor's. Zelia look at them and slightly bow her head. The Four Emperor already start walking to the Meeting Hall.

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.

“You don’t even know who your real enemy is.” Before Nia could react, she felt a sharp tug at the edges of her mind—an unfamiliar sensation. Her Omega senses, sharpened by years of survival, screamed at her that something was wrong. Something had shifted, but she couldn’t place it. “You’re not the one we have to worry about,” Cyrus said, stepping closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “The empire is watching. And you’ve just made your final mistake.” Nia’s pulse quickened, but before she could react, Ash moved swiftly, drawing his blade in a single fluid motion, his body positioning between Nia and Cyrus.

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.

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.

Instead, the Green Emperor's gaze had been drawn to a peculiar sight—following the extraterrestrial demon's demise, a drop of strange black blood dripped from the chaos beyond the Bleurealm's membrane. As Severin observed that, he finally understood that the liquid likely played a role in the birth of the Ancestora. He calmed himself down and continued to observe the ebb and flow of time within the waves. Only upon the Green Emperor's ascension did Severin tear his gaze away from the spectacle. Finally, Severin snapped out of his reverie. "The Green Emperor genuinely deserves to be called the foremost immortal among humanity. Even a demon from beyond that bore the strength of a royal celesti

A ring of fire hung in the heavens—a black sun surrounded by a corona of burning white. The light in the room was strange, washing everything in grayscale. In the center of the room stood the God-Shell. It was finished. Fifty feet tall. Black iron armor plates etched with glowing red runes. It looked like a knight built for a titan. The chest cavity was open, revealing a seat lined with neural spikes. Standing before it was the Emperor. He wasn't in his exoskeleton. He was wearing ceremonial robes of white and gold. He looked frail, tiny against the backdrop of the machine and the dying sun.