Empress Xenomorph Novels & Stories

Victory never tasted sweeter. “She’ll be fine,” Xenia declared, bending to scratch behind my ears in tribute. “Our girl can handle herself.” “Our girl?” Ace snorted, gesturing at me. “That cat just declared herself Empress of Apartment 3F.” “Our girl,” Amaya corrected, tilting her chin toward Ofelia, who flushed but didn’t argue. Zach watched the exchange with unreadable eyes, jaw flexing once before softening as his gaze drifted back to Ofelia—my human.

He dragged her forward like a discarded doll, her eyes wide and terrified as they darted to Xander. “Step away from her, now.” Xavier’s voice was low, guttural, laced with venom. “Or I’ll gut her before your eyes.” He shoved Emily forward, holding her tight by the arm, forcing Xander to see her face. The blood drained from Xander’s expression, though his smirk wavered only for a heartbeat before sliding back into place. “Ah,” he murmured, leaning off the wall but not stepping back from me entirely. “So this is how far you’ve fallen, brother.”

Dexter moves through the crowd like he owns the place, heading straight for a booth in the back. A woman sits there. Early fifties, maybe, with silver hair and eyes that have seen too much. She looks up as we approach, her expression shifting from neutral to resigned. "Dexter. Should've known you'd come asking questions eventually." "Victoria. You look well." Dexter slides into the booth across from her. I take the seat beside him. "This is Elena. She's an Empath, so I'd advise honesty in our conversation." Victoria's eyes flick to me, assessing. "An Empath. Thought they were extinct."

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Xena stormed in, fuming. "Felix!" she shouted. Felix stayed seated, annoyed by the intrusion. "Does being the goddess of war give you the right to break into people's homes?" "Cut the crap!" Xena pointed at Felix, her body shaking with anger. "A Great Imperial Sect's Supreme Elder is dead. Who did it?" Felix had used Thunderstrike to create confusion. He replied sarcastically, "How should I know? Maybe God himself couldn't stand the Great Imperial Sect's ways and struck him down."

He crashed down on the damp floor, the smell of iron and rot rushing into his face. His breath hitched. The woman crawled into view, her eyes wide and glassy, her lips pale. Court Lady Kim Yena. Blood streaked her temple, her dress torn and soaked. She clung to him like a drowning soul clutching at driftwood. “Help…” she whispered, but her body went limp, collapsing at his feet. Before he could react, another presence emerged, bearing a torch. Blinding light seared his eyes. He blinked furiously and saw a tall figure looming above, the flame illuminating sharp features twisted in suspicion.

FLASHBACK ENDS The memory gently dimmed as Mason enveloped Xenia in a tender embrace, the gentle rhythm of the water caressing their skin, bubbles dancing around them. Gradually, Xenia’s tension melted away, her soft whimpers giving way to tranquil breaths. Her transformation into Nova was still a shock to Rodin and Mason, but in this moment, amidst the serenity of the water, they found solace. It was astounding how Xenia, a mere human, could endure such a profound change. His–their mate–was definitely someone special. As the Red Moon loomed closer, Mason couldn’t help but marvel at Xenia’s resilience. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew one thing with certainty–Xenia was more than just p

IMEELA He was the picture of ease on the outside, but his nerves were coiled as tightly as a cobra on the inside. Something was going on here, and it had to do with her. I opened up all of my senses and saw the aura surrounding her. It was red, seductive, and enticing. She was a fucking succubus. I had never personally met one, but Emilio had taught me everything he knew about different supernatural species.

Strider and the emperor underwent the same mutation through the worms from Isle 416 meteorites. The two of them were akin to two peas in a pod. Looking at Remy, Strider calmly said, "Feel free to kill me if I ever turn into that." Strider closed the distance between him and the emperor. They could not afford to drag out the fight any longer, not when the emperor was growing stronger with each passing minute. Transforming into a blur, he launched a barrage of attacks at the emperor's head.

Adriana Gervais, third daughter of the Emperor of the Vampiric Empire, was a mouthful for anyone to say. Privately, anyone who knew her called her Ana, because it fit her better. At six feet talk with a wild mane of auburn hair and skin that glowed under moonlight, she wasn’t someone that needed an impressive name or title. Ana wasn’t delicate like her sisters or mother in appearance. No, she was the spitting image of the female form of her father, Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais, the Emperor of the Vampiric Empire, the Blood Demon Himself.

If Wilbur and the old man were here, they would be able to tell at first glance that the merfolk's emperor, Ramos, who had never shown his real face this entire time, looked just like Demon from the dungeon. Demon was actually a clone of Emperor Ramos. Wilbur had blown Ramos' clone apart with the power of light just now, and the six wisps of miasma had returned to Ramos' body, meaning that Demon was now back in Ramos. The merfolk emperor stared at himself in the mirror. "F*ck! I can't believe you're back."