Alien Empress Novels & Stories

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

“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.

Ali clenched tight his umbrella but still placed his palm on Shadow’s head. Ibrahim who watched the scene only stared silently because honestly… same. Who didn’t want to touch that beautiful and perfect round small head? He was waiting for his turn to touch. Like a hyena waiting for his bones. “Attracting a new ally.” “A new ally?” Ali arched his brow. Juviana, the Queen of Elf. She was the ruler of the western continent that was stranded in this forest because of her stupid desperation. She’s someone who was pretty similar to these two kings. She was strong.

He goes quiet for a moment, but soon gets a thoughtful look on his face, “Well, there is one person…” “Who?” I say eagerly. “The nagata Empress. Every Empress for thousands of years has been blessed with the gift of healing. Their healing is superior to those of the makkari, it’s faster and limitless. There’s nothing an Empress can’t heal,” he informs me. “Okay, great. So you take me to this Empress and I beg her to heal Izzy.” He frowns, “It’s not that simple. Firstly, last I heard she was living in a wolf pack, one who will identify you as a venatrix immediately and secondly, people are of the belief that Isolde aided in the Empress's kidnapping recently.”

She was oozing darkness, suffocating and choking darkness. " To my office." She barked the order to her secretary who was also trying to scurry away and hide from their demoness. Today,she was looking like a devil and she wasn't trying to conceal it. Hazel, who was trembling all over, took hurried steps, fearing that a second later, her head would be chopped off and Fed to the crocodiles. Miranda was unaware of the deadly Aura she was emitting. She could see her employees running away from her the moment they spotted gee but she didn't care. She was so angry that if that Morgan bastard was presented to her this very moment,she wouldn't hesitate to snap his neck and kick him mercilessly. She

When the ship finally docked, Emery got off the ship and stood at the side for quite some time. It was simply hard to process and overwhelming that she had finally arrived at the land of the known tyrant conqueror, Varmore Empire. As her eyes wandered, the first thing she immediately noticed was the clothing of the people. It was totally different. Back in Silex Kingdom where she grew up, even in Realgar, women wore dresses with long sleeves but in this empire, women showed off their bare arms.

“She awakened power deeper than this Council has witnessed in three centuries.” Silence echoed inside the hall. “And she did so,” Ariadne said, “without losing control. Without harming anyone. Without falling into darkness.” A noble shouted, “That is what frightens us!” Ariadne smiled—slow, sharp, terrifying. “Then be frightened.” The chamber was dumbfounded. Ariadne’s expression hardened, her voice ringing through the dome like thunder. “You forget yourselves. I am Empress. Alessia is the princess of Solaris. Blood of Lunaris. Heir to the First Light. She is not yours to judge.”

a voice said from the shadows behind the Captain's chair. A figure stepped out. It was a woman, encased in armor that pulsed with the same "Galactic-Source" light as the ship. She looked exactly like Elara, but her hair was silver, and her eyes were a cold, calculated Violet. "Meet the Alpha-Prime 2.0," the woman said, raising a hand that crackled with deletion-energy. "The 'Recalled' Elara was just the template. I am the Final-Product." The woman snapped her fingers, and the floor vanished, dropping the pack into a Sub-Routine Abyss where the laws of hockey, wolves, and physics no longer applied.

However, it is intriguing that a woman has accomplished this. We'd like to invite Mrs. Prof. Natasha McLean, the previous empress of the Green Eyes continent before we give the honor. Thank you so much, Prof. Haice Luve at the Cross City University of Science and Technology. Before I continue, I'd like to meet my husband, Professor Prince Peter Justice Maclean, Emperor of the Indo continent, and his twin sister, Dr. Princess Justice Maclean, my sister-in-law.

She was gorgeous in many ways, and even then, no one dared to sully her firm and alluring curves. She was the New World Empress! "Let me go!" The Empress was ashamed and vexed; her delicate face looked furious. "Get your hands off me. Otherwise, I will have all of your heads rolling on the ground!" The Empress sounded imposing. At the same time, she struggled to break free. As the Empress, she was the mother of the continent. She was not an ordinary person, and she was also a level one Martial Emperor. She struggled incessantly; the four Scope brothers sweat profusely as they tried to hold her in place.