Empress Palpatine Novels & Stories

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

But I was losing hope already, I could only watch as they were all busy stripping off the shield from his damaged body. You promised me...I fucking love you... "...my queen..." It wasn't until Maven was in front of me then I realize, that he was calling me to assist him. "He promised...he fucking promised me..." my body shook with great sadness, which was slowly fading when Sabina touched my hand. I could see that she was absorbing my sadness. She was suddenly teary, but she nodded to Maven. "My queen, please follow me." I slowly got up when I felt nothing, my sadness was gone but nothing else was replacing it. It was just an empty feeling on nothingness.

“Unstable!” “Useful!” “Dangerous.” Priam Endymion sat at the head of the long table, eyes closed for a moment as he listened. The Emperor looked older now in the private light—shadows under his eyes, lines deeper around his mouth but the weight of rulership made him seem older. Empress Ariadne sat beside him, straight-backed and calm. Her dark hair glimmered with threaded jewels, and her eyes stayed sharp, taking in every whisper, every nervous glance.

Placing the medicine bottle back in its place, Adriana couldn’t help but wonder. Calvin has such a strong heart, and he’s always the one bullying and cursing others. Who could possibly put pressure on him? Could it be Grand Empire or something like that? The Walker family had a vast number of personnel, and currently, the chairman of Grand Empire was George. Although Calvin held the position of president, whether he could ascend to the top of the pyramid still depended on George’s intentions.

"Look at me you two…. Do you think I'm in the mood for this now?. Just tell me that damn person that humiliated my title and caused M…. My friend's death" Brett and Rhett could feel the deadly Aura she was emitting, it was unlike any familiar force they've ever encountered before. "How is our Queen this strong?. And her eyes are like a witch in the legend…. How come?!!". Brett thought as he struggled to gasp for air. "W…. We don't know him, we've never seen his face before. Please believe us your Majesty". She deeply sighed before letting go of their faces. "What do you know about him then?".

Monster Emperor Taras roared as he stood up and an oppressive aura spread everywhere in the place. "Hold on, big guy! I am not here to fight you! We have anṣ important matter which needed you to be awake and I tried waking you up, but since you weren't waking up, I had to use that method to wake you up. You can ask Balang if you doubt me," Monster Emperor Shentia quickly said. "He isn't lying." Monster Emperor Balang replied when he saw Monster Emperor Taras looking towards him. "What happened?" Monster Emperor Taras asked after he calmed down and retracted his aura.

“We searched the entire palace, the eastern wing, the dungeons... Elder Eric is gone.” Draven’s jaw tightened. “Gone?” Carlos nodded grimly. “Vanished. There’s no trace. It’s as if he knew we were coming.” Draven cursed under his breath. That meant Eric—Asmada Ezra’s father, and the true mastermind behind much of the rebellion—had escaped, slipping through the cracks before his web fully unraveled. He turned to Aurora, who stood nearby, silent but steady. “He’ll strike again,” she said softly. “Yes,” Draven replied, looking to the horizon where the morning sun now rose in full, spilling golden light over the ruined battlefield. “But next time, we’ll be ready.”

But why was his annoyance similar to how he treated Chancellor Percy? Wait, hold on... Minerva stiffened and looked at her father. Seriously? For real? Chancellor Percy was the most trusted aide of her Uncle Khalil, the Emperor of the Toen Empire. He was known as the strongest Great Swordmaster. His daughter, Brigitte Montmorency, even followed in his footsteps as the valiant swordmaster of Toen. Chancellor Percy had been with Uncle Khalil since he was a prince, and he was still with him now that he was Emperor of the Toen Empire. He was respected by many, despite being a slave commoner.

Inside each of the homes of the Generals of the Empire, was a picture of the 1st Empress that founded the place and the current Empress in charge. Having just changed the portrait from Empress Soruda to Empress Valli, he was well acquainted with the face. Empress Malificent was standing in front of him in person. And he just threatened to harm her. "My Empress!" Lin Quan kneeled on the grown begging for forgiveness but not his life. His grandsons are no longer a thought in his mind as the act he committed just now could lead to the death of his entire family. "Forgive my transgressions!"