Empress Palpatine Novels & Stories

the Dark Emperor said, “the Saimin… Majutsu. He shall be… one of us.” Aki was aghast. The Hypnosis Spell was supposed to be a specialty of her clan and related to the memory wipe. If it was true that the Dark Emperor could execute it, the Temujin that they knew would be gone forever.

he asked, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions within him. "Your mother will be reunited with you in due time," the Emperor replied cryptically, his eyes studying Lucas intently. "But first, you must focus on your training and studies. Perfection is key before you can see her again." The words struck a nerve within Lucas, stirring a mix of frustration and determination. Clenching his fists at his sides, he fought to rein in his emotions. "Yes," he responded, the single word carrying a weight of both acceptance and defiance.

He was powerful enough to be ranked among the top five in the world, yet even he could not ignore the rule of the Human Empire. Their organization had planned something and had been preparing for it for more than a decade. And his mission was to postpone the empire's action in whatever way he could, but his plot to shake up the empire failed before it even began. "It won't be long before that Empire falls under our control, and I'm going to make sure those ridiculous laws don't exist!" Grand Inquisitor Geraint. A person of level 215 S-class. ….. The mana lamps that should have been illuminated flickered and went out behind the streets of a peaceful residential area around the time the sky tu

there was a growl in Devrim's voice that carried a threat. Renat quickly backtracked as sweat poured down his forehead. "Of course I like her. I--" "What do you like about her?" the Emperor pushed. He leaned against a raised table, which had been made expressly for Devrim's use. He watched as the scientist's face changed into one of contemplation.

“ Using title of the eldest member of Azure clan, I order you, Jasper Azure, to step aside of my way. Or get ready to face the consequences.” Her old wrinkled eyes changed color immediately switching to dark brown with a golden glow. She would transform any time to launch an attack. Everyone in the WEREALM was aware about Grand Empress : A fierce, deadly and marvelous fighter. She had never lost any of the fights in past. Sometimes, she even defeated her late husband, the Emperor. She turned old, but not powerless.

“I am not bewitched. I am perfectly sane and I know what I’m doing. Don’t you dare try to pin this on Vathar.” The Emperor’s eyes narrowed as he considered Dareth’s words. A dry, humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. “The Dark Lord is always full of tricks. I should have seen it coming. This must all be part of their plan to drive the Earth into chaos and occupy it.” He gave a slow nod, as if the truth had already settled in his mind. “Nemyra,” he called, and the air shimmered. An extremely tall woman appeared, crowned with a cascade of golden locks that spilled over her shoulders and a blindfold of pale silk that hid her eyes. She stepped forward and bowed deeply before him.

The guy quickly got off and ran to the back of the truck, hanging on to the railings, while Ombra disappeared from beside the truck and was suddenly seated primly in front. “I’m honored that you have decided to join us, Lord Ombra,” said the dean as they went on their way. “I am, by the way, Dean Leopold Louise Alcione, third cousin to the current reigning Emperor Gustave Maximilian Alexus Alcione Ignasius.” Johan looked up at the mention of his sur name. “He is also known as the Red Emperor of this century.” the dean continued. “It has been centuries since a dragon have ascended upon us, this is truly an honor.”

More and more, the Zelia who's good at composing herself, hiding her true nature is finally disappear because of the side effects of the drugs. "An Empress? Oh, so you're gonna be my Empress aren't you?"The Emperor asked as he was smirking. He's clearly enjoying teasing her. She smirked, "Your Empress? Ha! Don't joke with me, I, Zelia Rezzel Lapas, only belong to myself and nothing else. I won't let any man control me, hurt me and step on me. Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Emperor? I will never be someone's Empress because I belong only to myself."

She turned her head slowly to look at the God-Shell. "Traitor," she glitched. "Protocol... Protect... Daughter." The Emperor, standing safely behind the God-Shell on a raised platform, slammed his scepter down. "Glitch!" the Emperor screamed, his face twisting with rage. "You are a tool! A weapon! You do not have a daughter!" "I..." The Queen’s head twitched. Her human eye—the one not replaced by sensors—widened. She looked at Saoirse. For a moment, the battlefield vanished.

she said. Sophia’s jaw tightened. “Someone who wants you afraid.” Elara could think of men worse than afraid. She could think of men who used fear like a leash. She put the card in her pocket. “We change our plan,” she said. “No more shifts. We leave tonight.” Hours later the man in the suit came back. He sat at a table near the window and watched people like a surveyor. He did not smile. He read a paper, folded it, read it again. He had a calm that made the air cold.