Empress Ki Episode 1 Novels & Stories

A large air conditioning unit blew out cool air. Gen and I took a seat and waited. And waited. And waited. "How much longer? I'm becoming hungry," Gen asked. I was becoming irritated. I tapped my nails on the surface of the table and looked at my wristwatch. The door finally pushed open and an elderly man appeared. I stood and Gen did the same. "Good afternoon. I'm King Charles the Third. Welcome to Conovia." "It's a pleasure Your Highness. I'm Emily Hollen, and this is Generosa Sky."

An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction. I don’t torture. I don’t use violence. I just use my brain and dig a hole into the lives of every person that I dwell with. I consume. It’s either I consume information or life. Nothing is in between. “You’re new here?” Sultry seductive voice. A high-pitched voice of a woman fills my ears as I stare at the market below me. I am at one branch of this tree, looking down like a king to some shitty wolves as they made the deal to some strangers in their life.

“Even in death, she mocks me! Me, the Empress of Ezealyra!” Alexa…Former Empress Alexa. She was a stranger, a nobody who happened to stumble in front of the former Emperor Nikolai during one of his expeditions across the continent. No one knew her origins but the moment Nikolai and Alexa met, they knew they were mates. Nikolai, being a man of his words, brought his mate and her maid along with him.

Vitali asks in surprise. “Tact. Try it sometime,” Eric admonishes while I try not to laugh. “No wars, no threats, nothing of the sort, I promise,” I say with a reassuring smile. “Then what brings you by? Not that we aren’t happy to see you, it’s very nice to see you, Yildiz,” says Empress Mei, her aura shining just a fraction brighter than everyone else’s. It’s truly stunning to look at with its swirls of bright gold and onyx. She still has a timidness to her voice, but she’s come a long way. Setia will be happy to know Mei is doing much better.

came Naomi’s voice as she sauntered into the barracks. "Empress," Kabeer said, bowing in respect. In his mind, he figured that the mystery around the regal woman before him was one for the ages. From the very first day he met her, he knew that there was something off but he couldn't seem to place it. "Now, if you all do not mind, I would like to speak to the emperor alone. You may go about your duties as you see fit. Husband?" Naomi held her hand out to Daegal, waiting.

It seemed like he was not really qualified to even dream of fighting for the throne as a righteous heir if he was so easily tempted by beauty like this. The third prince and the world heroine both had dire thoughts. Chen Kei soon arrived in front of the hall with graceful and light feet. Her expression was very gentle, and she cupped her hands to show respect for the empress, emperor, and all of the elderly present. "Chen Kei, greet the emperor, father!" Chen Kei respectfully saluted the emperor and then turned towards the empress, who was looking at her with loving eyes. It seemed that Chen Kei was her own daughter and not the daughter of an imperial consort.

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

She reached into her coat pulled out a dented silver flask took a drag and spat a stream of blue fluid onto the severed iron wrist. "You the one who caused the boiler-collapse in Sector 2?" she asked, her gray eyes glinting with curiosity. "Because if you are you've got three minutes before the Scrappers realize I followed their pipe." I raised my hand the matte-obsidian lance of the Seventh Seal materializing with a low hum. "I am the Empress of this territory " I said. ". You have exactly ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn't turn your coat into scrap metal." The woman didn't flinch. A slow grease-stained grin split her face revealing a silver tooth.

“I’m very observant.” Silence. Then… Soren shook his head again. “You’re going to be a problem.” “I already am.” A knock sounded at the door. Soren stiffened. Then moved to open it. A servant entered. Bowed. “There is an order.” Soren’s expression tightened. “What order?” The servant hesitated. Then said carefully, “The Emperor requests the Omega’s presence.” Silence. I smiled slowly. “So soon?” Soren looked at me. Worried.