Evil Emperors Wild Consort Novels & Stories

THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE: - DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1 & 2 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME THE BLOOD QUEEN WITCHES SERIES PAMPERED DEVIOUS CONSORT WINNING THE MOON BUTTERFLIES OF FREEDOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~GEEGEE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A mansion that appeared to be over three centuries old was built in a secluded valley. This was the mansion of a family that had lived in seclusion for centuries, not interfering with any outside affairs. There was a room in this mansion that was exquisitely decorated. This room

“I do. My own father, as well as Lord Haschoff, Lady Salisterova, Lord Grieschkov, and Lord Telbor all had conversations with each other and others about a few things. At first, they conversed about their disapproval of the current Empress being put in her position at all, but after she announced her Five Year Plan detailing the social programs she wanted to implement, their conversations took a darker turn.” “Could you explain that in more detail?” “Yes. After the Empress was allowed to sit in on the court sessions, and then given just about the same powers His Majesty has in court, a group of officials in the Conservative faction, including those I already mentioned, and other unknown figu

Valerius and I walked out behind him, flanked by ten of our disciplined wolves. The freezing rain had stopped, leaving a heavy, damp chill in the smog. The High Consul looked down at us from his saddle. His dark eyes flicked over the wolves, lingered on me, and then locked onto Valerius. "Valerius," the Consul said, his voice smooth, carrying the refined, aristocratic accent of the deep capital. "They told me you were dead. I see the rumors were optimistic." "Consul Ryland," Valerius rasped, standing tall despite his withered arm. "The Emperor is dead. I thought perhaps the city had changed with him."

And unmated males and females bent on one knee and bowed their heads in submission and reverence to their future Mother. "Werewolves of the Eastern Empire, I, Zeonen E Aahil, Lykan Emperor of the Eastern Empire embrace and accept Yusria Lelius as my mate and my future Empress. This is my wish, my decision, and my law. My law is the rule!" Under the astonished, incredulous gaze of Lady Eradine, Emperor Zeonen placed the laurel crown of a moon embracing the star on Yusria's head.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

I don’t know if it was the sexy song that Elias was singing in the background or the overall atmosphere of the club that had got me all up in the feels, but all I wanted to do was leave, undress, and fuck long into the night. Alex quickly understood what I wanted and wasted no time in escorting me out of the busy club. I looked back at the stage once and saw Elias looking my way, with a small smirk on his face, one that said, ‘go and have fun’. Alex quickly hailed a cab the moment we stepped out of the rather busy club, and I climbed into his lap before he even closed the door after himself. “You’re a wild one aren’t you” he said before he lowered my head slightly and kissed me on the lips s

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

Hundreds of masked nobles moved gracefully across the dance floor beneath towering banners embroidered with ancient wolf crests. The entire room felt alive. She could feel the aura a combination of Perfume, Wine, Magic and Power. Everywhere she looked, nobles laughed behind jeweled masks while servants carried golden trays through the sea of silk and diamonds. And beneath all of it lingered the unmistakable scent of wolves. Different territories. Different bloodlines. Predators hiding behind elegance. Kaelith suddenly felt very small. Lyra shoved a glass into her hand. “Drink.” Kaelith obeyed automatically.

Cristine was approached by the Light Saviors. Although Cristine's voice seemed calm, she was actually anxious. She said, "Thank you. You came just in time. You need to go soon so anyone can't see you. Leave no space for anyone to ask questions." It's the first time anyone has ever seen her with the Light Saviors. She doesn't want anyone to make assumptions. People occasionally have eyes that are too sensitive. They all spoke at the same time, "It's our duty, Empress." While roving her eyes around and asking cheekily, "By the way, Empress, do you want to tell them our identity?" Cloud could tell that Empress trusted the people around her, which is why she had the confidence to ask.

"You look extraordinary. I want you to know that every man in this room agrees with me, and at least three of them are going to need to be reminded who you belong to before the evening is over." I laugh before I can catch it. It comes out real and unguarded and I feel Dante go still beside me. "Valerio." His voice carries exactly one note of warning. Valerio turns to him with the serene expression of a man who has been provoking Dante Moretti for years and knows exactly how far he can go. "I'm complimenting your wife. This is what people do at weddings." "You've been complimenting her for eleven seconds." "I was building to something."