Empress Xenomorph Novels & Stories

"I have found that thing. The one who was kind to me when I had no kindness, the one who saved my life when all seemed lost… she will be my Empress." A heavy quiet fell in the room. Lord Valerius’s eyebrows went up a little, a hint of surprise in his usually calm face. General Thorne stayed still, his trained mind probably already figuring out the political effects, how people might react. "Your Majesty?" Lord Valerius finally asked, his tone careful. "An Empress? Forgive me, Sire, but who is this… person? We thought you were rescued by a regular person, someone living alone in the woods."

She looked at Elena, then at the machines, then at her brother, who was being slowly overpowered. In that heartbeat, the "Forbidden" hatred that had fueled Victoria for twenty years finally broke. She didn't see a rival. She saw the only future her family had left. Victoria lunged—not away from the danger, but into it. She jammed the biometric relay directly into the Ouroboros unit’s power pack, triggering a massive, localized EMP. CRACK-BOOM. The blue sparks of the discharge illuminated the gallery. The exoskeleton seized, its pilot collapsing. But the feedback hit Victoria, too, throwing her back against the spinning turbine housing.

"But this is necessary. You're not people. You're weapons that need to be controlled. And I'm the one who's going to do it." She increased the EMP intensity. The pain doubled, tripled. I couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but scream. Thelma's vision was fading. I could see her struggling to stay conscious. Her eyes found Finn's cage where the boy was reaching through the bars, crying. "Xavier!" Finn sobbed. "Sister! Please help!" Thelma tried to reach for him, but her body wouldn't obey. The EMP was shutting down every supernatural function in her body.

His voice was low, but filled with a chilling calmness that mirrored the steel in his eyes. Cyrus’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think it’s just me? You’re both dead already. There’s nowhere left to run." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "You’ve made a fatal mistake by trusting each other. The empire doesn’t just destroy enemies, Ravenspine. It destroys loyalties."

He held his black coral trident, but it was cracked and dull. "The World-Eater has consumed the memories of the First Mother," Oceanus whispered. "It knows the Seventh Choice. It knows that the 'Conductor' is the only thing standing between it and the total consumption of the star. It is coming for you, Emma." Suddenly, the iron floor of the Spire began to liquefy. A hand made of living shadow reached up from the gears, grabbing my ankle. "EMMA!" Félix lunged, his daggers glowing with a dark, forest-green fire. He sliced through the shadow-hand, but it just reformed, multiplying into a dozen translucent figures—the Prime-Sentinels.

Chi la! It was like a full tomato that was cut open at this moment. The giant face was immediately torn apart. But soon, countless vengeful ghosts rushed out. These vengeful ghosts condensed into a twisted gray fog, which healed the wound in an instant. The pressure on the giant face did not weaken at all. The zombie emperor was much stronger than Xander Faris! Even if Xander Faris burned his Natal Genuine Vitality, he only broke the giant face's defense at that moment.

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.”

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.