Alien Empress Novels & Stories

a voice called near the door. "Spymaster Brinn!" The Empress ran to her friend. After almost ten years of working together, she knew better than to address the elf as 'princess' although it was her more proper title. The ladies embraced. "I have missed you. I look forward to a less formal catching up after this meeting." "As do I, but I am afraid you have extra people in your entourage today. Hello, Price Alaron, Princess Mairwen, and of course Emperor Devrim."

Only her name has a red line through it? There is too much, printing everything out I sit on the floor. Slowly spreading out the papers. I look at the list. Elsie May, I saw that name. Searching through the papers I find the contract. Elsie May was the one named on the contract my dad had paid £50,000 to someone to kill her. “Well?” I look at Dwayne and shake my head. “Not now!” I don’t have time, I move, sliding out the pictures, my eyes stopping on a picture of Diesel with a woman, Elsie. I see his hand in hers, a ring on her finger.

It was a video, grainy, like it had been recorded in haste. Ember stared into the lens. Her face was bruised, but her eyes burned bright. “My name is Ember. I was created by Ash Phoenix as his final weapon. But I am not him. I don’t want war. I don’t want destruction. I want truth. I want family.” She paused. “Alma Sterling if you’re watching this, I need your help.” Ezra exchanged a look with Alma. “This could be bait.” Roman agreed. “Or a trap.”

asked the demon who addressed the woman as “Empress.” “It doesn’t disrupt them too much, but I’m intrigued by that young demon. If possible, I’d like to test just how strong he is in bed!” the woman replied, her voice brimming with curiosity and lust. Hearing the words from the woman called the empress, all the high-ranking demons immediately looked at one another. The demon empress was both the lawful and first wife of the demon god, with whom she had one son—and that first son was the male demon sitting in the chair beside the empress. They knew the empress well; ever since the demon god had passed away, the empress had never shown any interest in other demons. What made the empress most f

She reached into her coat pulled out a dented silver flask took a drag and spat a stream of blue fluid onto the severed iron wrist. "You the one who caused the boiler-collapse in Sector 2?" she asked, her gray eyes glinting with curiosity. "Because if you are you've got three minutes before the Scrappers realize I followed their pipe." I raised my hand the matte-obsidian lance of the Seventh Seal materializing with a low hum. "I am the Empress of this territory " I said. ". You have exactly ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn't turn your coat into scrap metal." The woman didn't flinch. A slow grease-stained grin split her face revealing a silver tooth.

They offered each other slight bows, both sides wondering if they did it right since they don’t recall the last vampire and lycan or werewolf offering each other this kind of gesture. “Your Imperial Majesty,” Xandar greeted, and for once was grateful that he liked history enough to know this basic formality. This emerald-eyed vampire was definitely the empress, Pellethia Gangnes. Her aura speaks for her position, and the pixie-haired brunette by her side looked particularly protective of her.

The more she thought about it, the heavier it felt… like something was wrong, just out of reach. She couldn’t quite name it. Ten minutes later, the towering outline of the Stellar Grand Hotel appeared ahead, its golden lights glowing against the night sky. Aurelia slowed slightly. Luxury cars lined the entrance. A red carpet stretched toward the grand doors. Everything looked polished… extravagant. Then something caught her eye: a silver Rizmo Limited Edition. Her grip tightened, and she recognized it instantly. Three years ago, when Alexander’s business had just begun to rise, she had quietly used her connections to secure that car for him, one of only a hundred in existence.

"Living, breathing whales made of wood and light." ​"They are the Emissaries," Elena replied. "They carry the memory of the Gutter to the stars. If they survive the jump to Proxima, the 'Black Bloom' will have its first interstellar garden." ​The Alchemy of the Void ​Inside the lead ship, the Vane’s Legacy, the environment was a lush, humid jungle. There were no metal corridors or flickering fluorescent lights. The walls were pulsing bark, and the "Life-Support" was a massive, central pillar of glowing emerald vines that recycled the crew’s breath into pure, oxygenated air.

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Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.