Eleonora Not Invading Novels & Stories

Her brows met as confusion eats her. “What do you mean?” Apollo sighed and looked deep into her eyes. They’re both immersed in each other’s soul that the words Apollo wanted to utter almost disappeared from his head. “We should form our own army.” Eleena blinked a few times and couldn’t believe her ears. “We don’t know how the destroyer creates his army so we should be prepared for whatever happens.” There is nothing in Apollo’s voice but firmness. “You mean, there will be people fighting because of me?” Eleena quickly shook his head so Apollo sighed.

"I wouldn't worry, Oreon. I saw the report this morning. One of the stable boys, a handsome lad from the village, is also missing his shift." Eltonia’s jaw dropped. "That's a lie! Lyra doesn't have a lover! She hates the stable boys!" Abram turned. His eyes narrowed at her outburst. "Watch your tone, girl. Omegas are flighty creatures. Especially in spring. They run off. It happens." "She didn't run off!" Eltonia cried, desperate. "She was taken! She had evidence against Lady Radinah!" "Evidence?" Abram raised an eyebrow. "Or did she steal some spices and run away to avoid punishment? Really, Oreon. You cannot mobilize the entire guard for a runaway servant. The Council is already watching y

Her eyes sparkled with arrogance as she met Anastasia's. "I am the artist," Elora said sweetly, her voice dripping with false charm. "I'm the one taking your place, Anastasia." Anastasia felt her world crumble. "Elora...?" she stammered. "Leon? What are you doing here?" Leon smiled, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Welcome to reality, darling. Only the strongest survive in this world. Elora has everything it takes to be a star, and I'm here to make sure she gets everything she wants."

"Mama? Why is your heart so loud?" The "Face-Slap" was no longer against a rival or an empress; it was against fate itself. Elena stood up, her eyes turning a solid, brilliant sapphire. She wasn't the Shadow Empress. She was a mother who was about to declare war on biology. "We aren't going to Geneva," Elena announced, her voice echoing with a new, terrifying authority. "And we aren't going to the North Sea." "Then where?" Alexander asked, standing beside her, his hand finding hers.