Abandoned Empress Novels & Stories

TERRAX POV The word has spread across the allied planets. Zor of Makskin is dead. Her father is being tried for treason, and Krystal of Earth...a female human, has earned the rank of gold. I glance at Fiadh's tranquil face again before taking another gulp of sukku. I hate this stuff, but it has helped me today. Between Fiadh's confession of abuse and Krystal's kidnapping, my nerves are fried. I couldn't close my eyes if I wanted to. I have too much to think about...too much to plan.

“Please. I need something to call you.” “I am Princess Aveline Asteria Laurel of the High Realm,” I whispered. “Daughter of King Rowan Laurel. Wrongly banished. Wrongly condemned. Wrongly cast from my land.” My voice broke. “And I don’t know where I am.” Marek stared at me as if I had spoken a language he only half understood. “You speak like someone from another world,” he said quietly. I swallowed hard. “That is because I am.” Silence settled between us. He watched me intently, eyes flickering with calculation and caution.

Whoever she was, she had to be strong, powerful, maybe even dangerous to sit on that throne. "No one knows yet," my assistant replied. "But her identity will be made public soon." Could this be someone I already knew? Had she been working quietly in the shadows of business? Well, we’d all have to wait to see who owned the empire now. I paused for a moment before turning back to him. "Send our condolences to the Smithfield family immediately. Flowers, and a gift as well," I ordered. "Yes, sir," he said, quickly typing into his tablet.

I found out later that after the rebellion, she had been secretly sent away to find me by my Father’s Gamma, who never trusted Jed. Fate always intervenes. On our way home, she revealed some shocking news whilst we were chatting on the road. “I heard that an ancient Pack that had been destroyed in the North was showing signs of resurgence,” she informed me, “and that they are led by a powerful Alpha named Dean Roberts…” My skin turned cold, and my stomach dropped. My gut told me that many unexpected challenges lay waiting for me…

he began, slow and measured, "five years ago, you were betrothed to my Empress. On the eve of your wedding, you eloped with her half-sister and left behind a letter declaring you refused to be shackled by an arranged marriage and wanted to pursue true love. "On the day of the wedding, my Empress stood alone before a hall full of guests, before the mockery of the entire capital, and became the greatest joke this city has ever known." His voice grew colder with every word. "You left a newborn child on her doorstep and told her that as the intended wife, it was her duty to raise it. Did it ever cross your mind what it meant for an unmarried woman to raise someone else's child? Did you ever once

“For how long?” No one answered. Another councilor cleared his throat. “There is… another option.” Aldric stopped pacing. “Say it.” “A failed awakening,” the man said quietly. “Too much power. Too young. She didn’t survive.” The words sat there, ugly and heavy. Caspian stood. “You’re talking about murdering his daughter.” “I’m talking about preserving an empire,” the councilor replied. “Against one girl.” Aldric didn’t look at either of them. He moved to the window instead. Looked out at the city. At everything he ruled.

He was off to see his mistress. In her past life, the realization would have sent her into despair. She would have broken down, wondering why she wasn't good enough for him and what she had done wrong. Now, she wanted him anywhere but next to her. She pulled Silas’s matte, black business card from her pocket. As she read the details, her jaw dropped. He had given her his personal card. Maybe she should reach out and thank him for giving her an opportunity. She pushed the thought away and slipped the card back into her pocket. Too soon. She didn't want to look desperate.

So this was what it felt like to fall from heaven to hell in a single breath. She had almost believed she’d found stable work. A reliable income and a direction. Now she was back at square one. However, instead of falling apart, she took a deep breath. Jareth wasn’t the only powerful person in Kansas. There had to be decent ones out there. I’m not going to waste my life stuck in the mud with people like him. She hailed a cab and headed back to the Rogers family estate. From a distance, she saw the iron gates tightly shut.

"And yet, rumors swirl through the capital. The court speaks of a hidden intelligence behind those vacant eyes. They say you humiliate your elders on the chessboard. They say you wander the archives at night." My heart hammered a frantic, painful rhythm against my ribs. Beside her, Holden’s knuckles whitened against his silver wheels. "Idle gossip from bored nobles, Your Majesty," I whispered. "Perhaps," the Empress said, her eyes narrowing into razor thin slits. "Or perhaps I have allowed a useless weed to take root in my garden for far too long." She raised a single hand. A page stepped forward, offering a rolled parchment bound in black ribbon. She didn't take it; she simply gestured towa

It wasn't until much later that I found out most of that money had gone straight to Derek and Chloe. I looked down at her hand on my arm. "Let go." She wouldn't. Tears kept falling. "Ryan, you can't do this. You're my flesh and blood—" I laughed. Flesh and blood? Then why had that flesh and blood spent its childhood sleeping in a space under the stairs, eating other people's leftovers, and nearly dying of a fever alone in an empty house? "Mom. You keep saying I'm your flesh and blood. Then tell me — how many ribs does a person have?"