Evil Empress Novels & Stories

"You guys have nothing to do. Why don't you stay on your stars and planets? Why did you come to Earth to show off? I'll see if you can act arrogant again." Flaming Qilin grabbed the Blood Emperor and slapped him more than ten times in a row. The Blood Emperor had never suffered such humiliation. He kept roaring in his throat like a wounded lone wolf. The Evil Emperor and the Immortal Emperor Wind twitched the corners of their mouth a couple of times. The Immortal Emperor Antiquity felt Flaming Qilin was too cheap. But the scene looked so good. If possible, he wanted to slap the Blood Emperor a few times.

She was oozing darkness, suffocating and choking darkness. " To my office." She barked the order to her secretary who was also trying to scurry away and hide from their demoness. Today,she was looking like a devil and she wasn't trying to conceal it. Hazel, who was trembling all over, took hurried steps, fearing that a second later, her head would be chopped off and Fed to the crocodiles. Miranda was unaware of the deadly Aura she was emitting. She could see her employees running away from her the moment they spotted gee but she didn't care. She was so angry that if that Morgan bastard was presented to her this very moment,she wouldn't hesitate to snap his neck and kick him mercilessly. She

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

Fire is raging in the valley at the both sides of the stone pathway. Voices of hatred and regrets are floating in the air. The cries from the deaths are echoing. The heat will be unbearable if Alexis was a human. Luckily, she’s not. She walks down the path like nothing is happening in the valley. She hums as she strolls with her hands on her back. She’s feeling very happy right now. So, the fusses of the deaths don’t bother her that much as before.

Blue flames engulfed the entire throne, and just as I was about to question Balthazar about his impeccably bad timing for making some ridiculous grand entrance, a remark died on my tongue as the fire vanished, revealing an extremely pissed-off Imelda instead. I had never seen this side of her before, the side of the Queen of the Underworld. Her expression was cold and filled with the promise of death as her eyes locked onto Sorin. And the Empress's skin actually paled as Imelda pointed her finger at her. I looked over at Balthazar, who was staring at his mate with such pride and adoration. The idiot was actually enjoying this. "You," Imelda said, not bothering to move from Sorin's throne as

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki

The Final Trade "You are leaving!" the Glass-Ghost roared, its form expanding until it filled the void. It lunged for Alexander, its jagged glass fingers aiming for his heart. "The debt must be paid!" Elena stepped between them. She didn't use a pulse. She used her Identity. "I am Elena Everett-Northwood!" she declared, her voice echoing through the obsidian depths. "I am the Shadow Empress! I am the Mother of the Genesis! And I do not pay debts to ghosts!"

asked the demon who addressed the woman as “Empress.” “It doesn’t disrupt them too much, but I’m intrigued by that young demon. If possible, I’d like to test just how strong he is in bed!” the woman replied, her voice brimming with curiosity and lust. Hearing the words from the woman called the empress, all the high-ranking demons immediately looked at one another. The demon empress was both the lawful and first wife of the demon god, with whom she had one son—and that first son was the male demon sitting in the chair beside the empress. They knew the empress well; ever since the demon god had passed away, the empress had never shown any interest in other demons. What made the empress most f

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

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.