Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

King Aldric “The prophecy.” King Aldric Ainsworth was at the head of the table. He said it plainly. No shouting. Still, no one spoke after. “Your Majesty, we don’t actually know what it means” — Lord Caspian started. Aldric cut him off. “A power surge on a blood moon. From inside my palace. From a White Wolf.” His fingers pressed into the wood. “Strong enough to shake the empire.” Caspian swallowed. “She’s only eighteen. Your daughter. Your blood…”

"You don't care about anyone, do you?" Jared paused, looking down at me with a gaze that was completely devoid of warmth. "Let’s be crystal clear, Amelia. I don't love you. I don't even particularly like the drama that follows your family. This is business. I am using you to get Quinnix. I am using your grief and your anger to build my empire higher."

“You are the Abberant Alpha’s mate and loving him is such defiance costs great penalty. But you are not the only creature in this world that had committed the same mistake ” My eyes were blandly darting daggers of prudence towards the empress. The smile on her face widened as she pace forward closer to where I am. Taking a sigh, my arms then trip over and released the neck. “Who?” “Let me tell you a story then,” the Empress uttered and stretched out her arm. “May you have the time to listen?”

She still wasn’t sure how she was going to face Alpha Anson after seeing so much of him that morning…too much… Then there was the fact, that she felt nervousness in the pit of her stomach, a feeling of fear that was just barely contained. She wasn’t sure why, but then Lume helped her out by telling her that she would feel Ash’s emotions since they had marked him. He would feel the same once they were marked. Why did he need to sense her emotions? That was weird! When had her mind started to become public territory and why? At that moment, Grizelda started laughing again and Ember was sure Lume was filling her in on everything. Why was it anyone’s business?

“What do you have in mind, My Lady?” Ursa tightened her grip on the edge of the table, the tablecloth scrunching up on the ends. “I want to ruin her. Completely. So she can never recover socially, and she can never touch me or my people again.” Though the calm and dignified Empress would not admit it, she already saw her husband as her ‘people’, and felt quite jealous seeing her husband entertain another woman. But her handmaidens see everything, even the glow on her cheeks when she came back that morning from the Med Bay when she thought no one saw her leave. “You already have ideas?” Emery asked. Ursa nodded.

Yusria swallowed and straightened her posture, her violet eyes exuding determination as she stared straight into the Emperor's sapphire orbs. "However, as a living being, I have my own values and principles. One of those values is that I will not snatch another woman's man and neither will I share my man with another woman. Unfortunately, Your Majesty, not only are you another woman's man, but you are also planning to accept the said woman as your second wife. Such a grievance, my fragile heart won't be able to handle it. As such, I am sorry, but I can't be your Empress. You are not my ideal husband."

She thought to herself. “ On one condition Emilia.” He said with a smirk that Emilia wanted to slap away. “ What?” She asked. “ I’ll hand the company over to you on one condition.” He repeated. Emilia took her statement about him being a sweetheart back. He was far from it. She knew that he wouldn’t just give her the company without it being beneficial to him in a way. There was this feeling at the back of her mind that whatever condition he had in mind couldn’t be good.

- He asked fearfully. - I come back with you. - His first one questioning him, even though looking at him with his slanted eyes almost closed, which had always been soft, but during these five months they assumed a somewhat tired expression, almost melancholy. - With you, when? - Don't forget, in three weeks. - He said. - I understand, it hasn't even arrived, you're already thinking about returning. – Emil at that time, his wistful air in which he replied.

“She does not bow.” “Never,” Kael growled. Alessia lifted her chin. “You summoned me to test whether I’m a threat or an ally,” she said. “So listen carefully.” The air tightened. “I am the Empress you foresaw,” she continued. “I am the one who will pull Luminary into a single nation. I will bring unity where there was war. Hope where there was ruin.” Her voice deepened. “And I will protect those the Architect would use against us.”

For the hundredth time since the limo, since she’d had to give Brandon up, she cursed herself for letting herself relish the pervading sense of… possession. There was no other word for it. It was more than simple power. More than control. It was more absolute than that. More inescapable. And yet, now more than ever, she wouldn’t disappoint him. *** She spent the morning making a mental catalogue of what each “Steven” message meant, how each coded communication translated into a directive that steered millions of dollars one way or another. She kept it all in her head, repeating the list to herself as it grew.