Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

I could tell he was choosing his words carefully. “Do not make demands.” He said simply before taking a seat in the chair across the room. “What do you believe is special about her?” He inquired. “She claims to be an empath. While that could be true; too many things are different about her. I have never seen a human project their feelings onto others. There is something other than wolf in her aura now that she has turned. It’s like she’s a fairy or something similar. I think mostly they are healing abilities.” I answered trying not to give too much information.

Keith cursed as a darkness loomed over his eyes… … “The Empress’s ability to protect oneself and overcome the Heart is nothing short of spectacular. I will keep the recipe secret and safe. No one else, other than you and I, will ever know it’s recipe!” Edgar said excitedly. “It’s just the Empress, what are you so excited about? I can teach you far better types of medicine in the future. I can even teach you six-starred medicines if need be!” Zephyr replied dismissively.

He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing. "Please do not call me little princess again!" I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is? "Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn't get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps." "Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?" I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now, like him seeing me as weak.

Jeff giggled, "Let me ask you a question, why do you like this Prisca-girl so much?" Diri, still running on the treadmill, replied, "First off, her name is not Prisca girl. Her name is Prisca. She's unique, she's beautiful, and she has an amazing voice. Aside from music, she is an industrialist, someone who puts her head to work. What not to love about her?" "Let's just get it straight here, she wasn't yours, she can't be yours and she will never be yours. Stop living in your dreams man, fall in love with someone physically, and get laid." Jeffery scoffed.

It was Pure Intent. The "Empress" hadn't come back to take over; she had sent her Tactical Will as a weapon. The Face-Slap of the Four Voices "Celine! Mara! Mona!" Elena commanded, her voice now carrying the dual-tonality of the Woman and the Ghost-Empress. "Form the Square! We don't need to break the shield. We need to overwrite the frequency!" The four sisters moved with a synchronization that bypassed the Holy Syndicate's digital weave. Celine (The Maiden) stood to the North, her blue pulse shimmering like a freezing sea.

"No, Ms. Voss. I apologize. I can revise it first thing tomorrow—" "Tomorrow?" She interrupted, her lips curling into a faint, disapproving smile. She rose from her chair with deliberate grace, the skirt shifting against her thighs as she rounded the desk. Her heels echoed on the hardwood floor, each step measured, predatory. "Excuses don't fix incompetence. I expect perfection from you. Total dedication. Or have you forgotten your place here?"

"What is she looking for." Priya hesitated, the kind of hesitation that meant she'd already worked out a theory she wasn't fully comfortable saying out loud yet. "The Baldore Heritage Trust isn't the only inheritance mechanism that family has," she said finally. "I did some digging into the trust structure last night, the same one Sam originally flagged. There's a secondary clause, buried deep in an amendment from almost thirty years ago, that ties inheritance eligibility not just to bloodline confirmation, but to the absence of any competing claims from other verified descendants."

“Dad, I… she’s my best friend. We’re all going to the same venue…” “Only the prince and the princess of the Lowell family should commute by this vehicle!” Varg declared, his tone absolute, carrying an unbending finality that left no room for negotiation or question. His dark eyes flashed, burning straight into mine with a hidden, possessive intensity that made my skin prickle beneath the silk. “The pack protocols will be maintained tonight. The outsider will take the secondary transport.” Ember’s jaw tightened, but the absolute power of his command was a law she couldn't dare override. She lowered her gaze, stepping into the backseat. “Okay, Dad.”

She looked at the meal in front of her and told Step, “Get this away from my face. I am not in the mood to eat.” Step fiddled with her hands and said, stuttering, “Y-Your Ma-majesty… it is e-essential if you eat. It is important so you will have strength, your body will be healthie—” “Are you seriously lecturing the empress right now?” Her voice was displeased. She waved her hands and explained, “I…. I didn’t mean—”

With all the sacrifices I made for him, I would never let him be happy in the arms of another woman! Emyr is my true Mate. Yes. And we keep it a secret from others. While Aster is the crowned Emperor, he is the people’s symbol of power and I have to convince him that the baby inside me is his until the time comes that he has no choice but to crown me as his Empress.