Alien Empress Novels & Stories

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.

It was a massive, black-clad security vessel flying the Volkov-Velez flag. "Mateo?" I reached for my gun, my body tensing. "No," Alejandro said, stepping out from the shadows of the cabin, his own weapon held at his side. "That’s not Mateo. Look at the signal lights." The vessel blinked a sequence I hadn't seen in years. A sequence that belonged to a division of my empire I thought had been dormant since the day I took over. "The Valkyries," I whispered. The security vessel pulled alongside us, its massive hull looming over the interceptor. A ramp lowered, and a group of elite, female operatives in full tactical gear descended. At the head of the group was a woman with graying hair and eyes

Wesley caught me. "Emilia?" I stared at him. My voice trembled. "She looked like me." Orionis went completely still. "That's impossible." Astra shook her head slowly. "No." "Not impossible." She looked at the Memory Core. "She's the original Moon Queen." Silence. "The first creator of choice." The tenth light blazed outside. The chamber shook. And a final message appeared in the air. REMEMBER HER. My heart pounded. Because for the first time...

Because now she had turned from being a crown princess to an Empress. Though she had not built this empire, she inherited the kingdom. And now it was her responsibility to make it prosperous. Alexandra had turned out to be socially inactive most of her life. Why could she do it? People are awful. Ew. Coming out of her shell wasn't an easy decision. She hoped not to catch social anxiety! People in the building were wondering what Alexandra was doing here after disappearing for four years. They were only informed that the new CEO will be arriving today, They already knew that Benjamin Winchester has died and it was rumoured that the next heir will be Anastasia Roberts.

"You call this world primitive, yet it was here that my people bled, fought, and sacrificed to shatter the Primordial Council. It was here, beside my husband, that we built an empire out of strength, loyalty, and love." She pulled her newborn closer, her hand resting over the infant's chest where the crescent and solar halo mark softly glowed. "I am no pawn of your Eastern Court. I am not your cousin, and I am certainly not your subject," Clara proclaimed, each word ringing out like an absolute decree across the orbital void. "I am Clara Vance. Empress of the Midnight Empire, Supreme Luna of the Unified Packs, and mother to the Sovereign Heir. If your Dragon Dynasty wishes to claim my son, y

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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