Empress Bella Novels & Stories

Within a single night, words about the second prince, Azazel von Elysian, who proposed Lady Zielle of the Zielle Dukedom at Princess Charlotte's von Elysian 14th birthday celebration had spread rapidly. It has become the Empire's hot topic, and everyone is talking about it. [Empress' Palace] "It's exactly as you reported to me, Olivier." The Empress, Kalliste, smiled to herself as she sipped her cup of black tea and savored the flavor while enjoying the weather in the garden.

I roll my eyes at how many questions Mum spat out so quickly. “Twenty-four,” Bella replies while folding her arms across her small chest. She takes a deep breath. “Pack Warrior.” “And name?” Mum urges. Bella bites the inside of her cheek before moving her fashionable French braid over her shoulder. She looks at me, and I narrow my eyes curiously. What is she hiding? “Come on, Bella, don’t keep us in suspense!” Mum is practically bouncing on her heels. “Her name is Emily.” Mum’s jaw drops, and my eyes pop out of my head.

I tried to ask for the emperor's further explanation; I am just thankful that he did. "Everyone here, I like to get your ears. Hear me out. We all know that Belle Stefano isn't a noble by blood. But now, she is the countess Belle Stefano who has significantly contributed to this empire. That is enough to be a candidate for the princess. Many of you would reject her, but I hope you all see who she really is and what she did for our empire." Emperor then raised his hand. "Does anybody here have an objection about countess Belle's accomplishments?"

The crown upon her head glittered in the sunlight, its jewels a testament to her station. With a subtle raise of her hand, the Empress commanded the attention of all present. The murmurs and whispers that had filled the air immediately ceased, replaced by an expectant silence. Every eye turned to her, and even the rustling of the banners seemed to quiet in deference to her presence. Empress Ilyana’s gaze swept over the assembly, her icy blue eyes—so like her daughter’s—radiated of pride and steely resolve. When she spoke, her voice was calm yet powerful, resonating across the vast grounds with the clarity of a bell.

Her voice now icy. “Your majesty,” It made Julia stiffen on the spot. “You did invite them.” “Who?!” Belinda felt something inside tighten. Rage for whoever could dare ruin her plans. Make her look so incapable. “Who has arrived?” “It is…” Julia stiffened her shoulders before pressing her lips. “It is…Empress Anastasia.” “Empress-” But both turned at the sharp gasp in the room, reminding them they weren’t alone. “Girls,” Julia silenced them with a stern look. But the damage was done. They had heard. And now Belinda could only tighten her jaw. Anger growing.