Alien Empress Novels & Stories

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

Watchful eyes followed them long before anyone appeared. Finally, figures emerged from the fog, wolves in human form, dressed in simple leather and woven fabrics, weapons visible but lowered. One woman stepped forward. Silver-streaked hair. Calm, assessing eyes. “You are the Axis,” she said. Not a question. Isabella nodded. “I’m Mara,” the woman continued. “Speaker for Crescent Marsh.” Her gaze shifted briefly to Rex. “And you ignored our request.” Rex inclined his head slightly. “I stopped at the border.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

she commanded, her voice a sharp, authoritative anchor in the dark. “Everything’s dead, Catherine!” Aria’s voice was shaky, for once. “The EMP was… it was perfect. It fried every primary and secondary system. We’re blind.” “No,” Catherine said, her voice dropping, becoming cold and hard as she accessed a different part of her mind. The CEO was gone. The scientist was gone. The warrior queen remained. “We are not blind.”

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.”

He turned abruptly and headed for the carriage, where Luna Zyrah lay. As he walked ahead, a young woman from Ragnar’s camp approached Ember. “Hi, I’m Charisse, the pack nurse. Ragnar said you have ill ones needing attention?” “Yes, thank you. I’m Ember,” she said, extending her hand. Ember led her to the carriage and pulled back the curtain. Caden was already inside, peering at their mother. “What happened to them?” the nurse asked, slipping into professional mode.

And it was a better death, he reasoned as her heart slowed, than the zombies would give her. “The enhance our powers,” Ember explained to Heath as she rose gingerly to her feet and opened her wings again. “I am alright, my love. The headache is receding,” she said as Samuel protested. “I will take to the air and see if I can find the Emissary. If she escaped on foot, she cannot be far.” (Rhett) Rhett dropped the witch he was holding. “Aislen!” He said out loud, his eyes going to Heath. His blonde mate rose to his feet. “Aislen! I can hear you! We’re at the MegaStore. Where are you? You can’t be far.”

I don’t want to sound like a quack…’ I asked Ember. ‘Yes. They must know the truth.’ Ember’s words gave me strength. “I don’t know if you will believe me or not, but while I was a prisoner of the Dark Alpha, the moon goddess came to me in a dream. She explained how Alpha Mars was the chosen king to lead her children into a new era of peace. She offered me a choice. I could run and hide or die so Alpha Mars could live.” I paused. “So, I chose death.”

REBIRTH OF ESMERALDA . Chapter 13: shroud of secrecy . The early morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden glow across Maverick Gunner's bedroom. He lay in a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath, seemingly oblivious to the world outside. It was a rare moment of tranquility in his otherwise tumultuous life. Mercedes, Esme’s alpha older sister, stormed into the room without any hesitation, her steps purposeful and filled with a sense of urgency.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.