Empress From Another World Novels & Stories

“You have to earn it, Empress. You’re just getting started. I’m sure once we reach Planet Szol, you’ll be able to use one—for self-defense and other things.” “Teach me fighting moves too! I want to learn!” I said excitedly. Before she could answer, a Tarragon female suddenly interrupted. She was as tall as Natisa, had pinkish skin, and vivid yellow-green eyes. She looked like she was training here and had other female companions who didn’t look too fond of me. “Do you need something, Selam?” Natisa asked her, and she smirked. “I heard you became Captain of the Imperial Guards of the Empress—or future Empress, since she’s not fully mated to our Emperors yet. I don’t get why they’re rushing it

“She awakened power deeper than this Council has witnessed in three centuries.” Silence echoed inside the hall. “And she did so,” Ariadne said, “without losing control. Without harming anyone. Without falling into darkness.” A noble shouted, “That is what frightens us!” Ariadne smiled—slow, sharp, terrifying. “Then be frightened.” The chamber was dumbfounded. Ariadne’s expression hardened, her voice ringing through the dome like thunder. “You forget yourselves. I am Empress. Alessia is the princess of Solaris. Blood of Lunaris. Heir to the First Light. She is not yours to judge.”

Her erstwhile escort stood near him, which was also as far from Jasmine as the room allowed. “I don’t suppose we could have some privacy?” Wiley asked coldly. The handsome stranger inclined his head, indicating that he had heard her, but he didn’t move. She muttered something under her breath and led Jasmine to the far end of the room, sitting down with her on a couch. Lemming came up and nudged Wiley’s hand, and she absently stroked her while she explained. “We’re on another world,” she began slowly. Jasmine glanced at the triple moons visible through the window comprising an entire wall and then back at the door. She nodded slowly in agreement. She’d figured that one out on her own.

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

Mother? “ I missed you every single day, my princess,” the emperor hugged me. I hadn't noticed when he got up. “ Wait a minute, I don't know what you all are talking about. My name is Eira not Cleo. I think you've gotten the wrong person,” I apologized, pulling away from the hug. “ Not with that hair and color. Only a member of the royal family has this look,” the emperor stated. “ Do you get it now?” The empress took my hands in hers. “ You are back where you belong. You are our daughter and the crown prince of Azurethra Empire.”

The Emperor replied and left the tent. The Empress soon broke down, and tears began to fall. ‘My favorite son was humiliated on his wedding night, my two daughters were captured and now threatened with death if we don’t come up with the ransome, but it was already said that no matter what, my girls will be eliminated by my firstborn’s ambition, and top it all off, now he became a roaming idiot not able to get him to reconsider his plot. All of these situations happened when this Blake Elon arrived from the Upper World; it’s all his fault. I wish he could just die already.’ The Emperor, not knowing what the Empress was thinking, returned to the large gate and called out.

The woman moved her hand, and flower petals appeared, creating a small breeze that instantly carried both of them out of the grand palace hall. And when the empress opened her eyes, she was already in front of a very large ancient house. Enveloped by blue light and a heat strong enough to suppress even ninth-tier heavenly cultivators. Entering the ancient house, the empress stared at a blue flame that seemed larger than when she had come there before. DUG... DUGG...DUGDUG… "What is this?" The Empress suddenly bowed her head as she felt a slight pain in her heart upon seeing the blue flame.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

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…”

She increased it again, and he continued matching it without difficulty. Selene, now half jogging with physician texts in hand, looked spiritually detached from her body. By the time Halrem swept through the archway toward the palace terrace, three gardeners, two maids, and one elderly groundskeeper had witnessed the extraordinary sight of the Silver Empire’s empress attempting to outwalk the northern emperor while the northern emperor pursued her with the calm determination of a man on campaign. Halrem stopped at the terrace stairs and rounded on him. “This has become a hunt.”