Empress Of Another World Novels & Stories

She was gorgeous in many ways, and even then, no one dared to sully her firm and alluring curves. She was the New World Empress! "Let me go!" The Empress was ashamed and vexed; her delicate face looked furious. "Get your hands off me. Otherwise, I will have all of your heads rolling on the ground!" The Empress sounded imposing. At the same time, she struggled to break free. As the Empress, she was the mother of the continent. She was not an ordinary person, and she was also a level one Martial Emperor. She struggled incessantly; the four Scope brothers sweat profusely as they tried to hold her in place.

It was really crowded. Cristine made the decision to send them to her medical facility. In her hospital, yes, you heard it. "Empress Medical Center" is the name of her hospital. In the underworld, she's known as Empress. Exclusively for her members, there were free services. An old guy she accidently saved gave her this hospital. Is she making the right decision in bringing them to her hospital? ... A/N: I was just thinking about how congested public hospitals are. Even without the pandemic, it was extremely crowded.

Her hair swung down her back like a banner, catching on the back of her belt before she flicked it free. She didn’t loom over anyone. She didn’t need to. When she stopped moving, the room adjusted around her. “Humans?” she asked flicking her gaze to her eyes and ears. “Seems to be this way” one mumbled. "Their resources look new. Invested in" Morgan exhaled through her nose. “I hate when they get organised. It ruins my week.” She studied the corridor markings, bright eyes scanning angles and choke points. Her expression shifted subtly — humour receding, something colder sliding into place.

“Then perhaps I should remain until I am educated.” Halrem stared at him while across the table Chancellor Edrin looked spiritually absent from the mortal world entirely. Somehow the banquet continued, though no one would later remember the final courses because conversation had become impossible beneath the enormous glittering weight of one undeniable truth... the Beast Emperor was not subtly intrigued. He was openly pursuing their empress in front of the civilized world. When the final musicians began to play and the nobles rose to withdraw, Halrem stood with perfect composure and turned to leave. Draevor immediately fell into step beside her.

I look at his stony expressionless face straight, “Pardon me, did I hear you say, ‘The entire planet’? How big of an army are you to take a whole planet?” I think he must be exaggerating. “134 salubrious planets A+, 289 liveable planets B+, and 466 supply planets to be exact are our territories.” Surprisingly, he looks back at me, and answers with his forever poker face, “You should know better, from kindergarten textbook.” I think this man is out of his mind. “I must be dreaming.” I decide to leave this man. I shouldn’t stay here for long anyway, if this is a dream, I need to find a way out. There must be a way out.

A voice crying my name. Not Celeste. Another name. One I almost understood before it vanished. I gasped and stumbled backward. The visions disappeared. The Empress caught my arm. "What did you see?" "I..." My breathing became uneven. "I saw another world." Her expression darkened. "Not another world." "Our world." "My world." Before I could ask what she meant, another tremor rolled across the land. Much stronger than before. One of the distant blue pillars suddenly exploded outward. A shockwave raced across the countryside.

The kind you earn by choosing yourself—again and again—until the world finally reflects the life you built. The stars burned quietly above. And the empire she built— The one no one could take away— Stayed.

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…”