Empress Palpatine Novels & Stories

Brandon POV: Leia and I spent the last couple days getting everything ready to go while she made some phone calls. She still didn't want a lot of people to know so she could come back in peace and I knew it was only a matter of time before everyone knew we were there. Brad and I had come up with a plan of sorts to keep people back a little bit at first. He was going to stay with us for a little while but today I needed to tell Leia about the elders and what we are going to be walking back in to. I haven't told her Pythia is battling the elders on top of being pregnant but she is due any day now if she hasn't already and then what comes after will be a crazy ride for all of us. "What are you

Next to Yuri, Selina squeaked and clutched the pillow that she was hugging to her chest even tighter than before, almost ripping it apart. “No. No! That’s not true! That’s impossible!” “Search your feelings. You knew it to be true.” “No! No! No!” “Luke, you can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me. It’s the only way.”

“Do you understand? I can’t afford calm. I can’t afford to lose again. Not to her, not to anyone!” His assistant froze, unsure whether to intervene or flee. Revan’s breathing became rapid, ragged, as he began pacing the room, muttering incoherently. The empire he had painstakingly built felt like it was crumbling beneath him, not due to rivals, but because of Aruna—the one woman he couldn’t control.

" My mate, Tedmold is... resting. He’s left the 'management' of the palace to me." "He’s your puppet," I say, my voice trembling with rage. "You are manipulating him so you can play Empress. You are a loser." "I prefer the name, "schemer" Heather corrects, standing up. She descends the dais and walks to me. "You had the world in your hands, sister. You had the Emperor’s heart and a wishes. And what did you do? You played the martyr. You gave them out, you fool."

I’m in Cillian Veyne’s body, lean, chiseled, cock annoyingly sensitive as always, dressed in a silver-embroidered black suit that screams scholarly power. My harem flanks me: Ardyn, regal in gold, emerald eyes scanning the crowd; Kaelen, stormy gaze softened but obsessive, hand brushing mine. Zane, silver hair tied back, rogue smirk sharp as he eyes the exits. My fangirl heart’s losing it. The emperor and empress in the flesh! Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory.

the director bowed deeply and quickly exited the room. Over the past three years, our merged empire had grown completely impenetrable. Known globally as the "Iron Empress," I handled the strategic overhauls, political alliances, and financial dominance of the syndicate. Meanwhile, Drake commanded our global military forces and intelligence networks with lethal efficiency. Together, we had turned a once-fractured syndicate into the most powerful, unified global titan in modern history. "You're working too hard again, kitten," a smooth, deep voice purred from behind me.

Well, specifically, that of Eodelle Wycliffe. That wretched daughter of the disgusting man she had to deal with a few months ago just to make sure Aster and his plan would work to conquer the Empire against the worthless, tyrant Emperor who dug his own grave after putting his own people into so many sufferings while he spent all the money of the Empire throwing on banquets and other unnecessary feasts just to fill his huge belly with wines and drinks.

“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

“According to the news from the empire, the Nine-Headed Serpents must have sent someone over. However, we still don’t know the details. This is why Nimbus prioritizes this so much.” “Gammy, no matter what, Lunar Palace will always support you and the empire,” Ophelia said solemnly. “Thank you, Teacher!” Gamora stood up and bowed to Ophelia. “Alright. You are the empress of the Milky Way Empire, why are you bowing at me?” “Teacher, you gave me my life. Where would I be if it weren’t for you? No matter who I am now, I will always be your disciple and your daughter. Thus, I should bow to you.”

Finally the two ghosts stopped and turned to face me. “Why are you following us?” The man asked. “I’m sorry, I just...I know you.” “How?” “You’re my great grandfather. Agaras.” His eyes widened. “Great grandfather? My bloodline continues to this day?” “Of course! A-and I have a brother.” I smiled. “Darling, we did it.” The woman next to him sighed happily. “We have descendants. Beautiful ones.” “You’re Gwenna. The first Empress of the Wanix. I’m Empress Zelda.”