Alien Empress 소설 & 이야기

“Small stuff, big stuff — doesn’t matter. We should just barge in and break things.” “Dude chill,” I sigh, “remember the warehouse last night? Your heroic display scared off any chance of useful intel before Evelyn could get it.” “Technicality,” he says. “They were intimidated.” “Also true,” Evelyn chimes, mock-sweet. “Babe, now I have to work extra because of your intimidation tactics.” I salute Lou jokingly. “Congratulations. You’ve been promoted to Chaos Ambassador. Your first task: stop breaking things before intel shows up.”

Then, as he laughed, tears streamed down his face. "Harper, you did it," he said to the empty room. "You really did it." The news continued: "The Werewolf Council's new Master Alchemist, Master Harper, will deliver her inaugural address tonight. Her rank is equal to an Alpha, making her the first Omega in history to achieve such a high position." Marcus wiped his tears with a trembling hand. His adopted daughter, the rogue wolf everyone had despised, was now at the pinnacle of power for their entire species.

There was so much more that we had yet to learn about Kyra and what she was capable of. My father had found someone that might be able to translate the book Brett and Caleb found a couple months ago, but it would be another couple of weeks before she could arrive. Her name was Elda, and she was an original elder of the council that was created to over see the werewolf packs to bring order to our kind. She was currently in London, helping the Royal Guard deal with a pressing matter and she couldn’t leave just yet.

Her gaze was trained on Alastair. Alexis gave a frown, wondering how she managed to hold his gaze and glanced at the tyrant. Her eyes widened at the sight she saw. Alastair... smiled. He smiled at the ambassadors and the princess. And he looked enchanting as he did it. Alexis looked back at the princess who held a blush and a dazed look as she curtsied and spoke. "I an princess Felicia Mendon of the Arkala country. It is a pleasure to meet you Emperor of the Kaedmen Empire", her voice was elegant, and despite her shaking fingers she carried her voice smoothly.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

It was really crowded. Cristine made the decision to send them to her medical facility. In her hospital, yes, you heard it. "Empress Medical Center" is the name of her hospital. In the underworld, she's known as Empress. Exclusively for her members, there were free services. An old guy she accidently saved gave her this hospital. Is she making the right decision in bringing them to her hospital? ... A/N: I was just thinking about how congested public hospitals are. Even without the pandemic, it was extremely crowded.

They sat in a circle, their faces grim. Damien stood in front of them, his arms crossed. “The rogues attacked. They shouted her name. They knew she was Luna.” An Elder raised his hand. “Alpha Damien, forgive me, but we must speak plain. This girl is not only human. Tonight proves it.” Elara froze. Her chest tightened. Another Elder leaned forward, his voice low. “We have heard of old words. A prophecy. Long ago, the Moon Goddess warned of a human marked by light. A human who would rise among wolves.”

"The real CEO is right here next to me." She looked at me proudly. "The real CEO is Maya." The room was silent. Bryan's eyes went wide. "What?! " One of the other board members spoke up. "That's impossible…" Tasha smiled. "Oh, it's very possible. She's the daughter of the late Mr. Daniels. The founder. Maya inherited the company three years ago." People gasped. Everyone was staring at me. Even the man—the other CEO—was staring at me now, but not in shame. With something like… respect.

Emma threatened Jerome felt chills run down his spine, he knew he had the upper hand now because Emma was his prisoner so how could her threat affect him this much? “You talk a lot huh?” he asked and Emma smiled wickedly. “Believe it or not, I won't spare you.” “I will wait till then, someone wants to speak with you,” Jerome said when a masked man walked towards them, Jerome stood up and gave his chair to him. Emma couldn’t see his face but his temperament was strong and from his figure, he seemed to be about the same age as her dad. Was he the leader of this organization? “Alpha Emmaline” her name rolled out of his lips.