Evil Empress Novels & Stories

Victor Hale’s empire had fallen. And for Adriana Cole the powerful billionaire who had spent years fighting the world alone something far more valuable than victory had finally appeared in her life. Love. A new beginning. And a future she would never face alone again.

EMILIA’S POV “You’re evil,” I spat, the words ripping out of me like claws. My voice cracked, raw and shaking, but I didn’t care. “Pure, twisted evil.” The woman threw her head back and laughed—bright, delighted, like I’d just paid her the highest compliment. “Evil?” She wiped an imaginary tear from her eye. “No, darling. Smart. I was controlling them all, and not one of them ever suspected. The king. The queen. Maximus. Every single one of them. Puppets.”

Again, he had to rely on Ivan’s timing to save his skin. However, it seemed these two buffoons didn’t realize the game Orlov was playing. They took the bait, as Orlov foresaw. “Obviously we’ll sell her first! Then she’ll be so miserable that she’ll do the job for us!” How laughable! These men thought they could get away with something like that. This was the Empress of the Vasil Empire, the wife of one of the most powerful men on the entire planet, perhaps even the entire system! “Interesting plan, gentlemen, but I must ask, what are your plans to make sure you and your group go undetected?” The men scoffed.

To save her dying human kingdom from total annihilation, Princess Seraphina is traded as a political bride to the feared Emperor of the Under-Realm, Lord Malakar. Known as the "Devil’s Shadow," Malakar is an ice-cold, ruthless half-demon Lycan king burdened by a dark, ancestral blood-curse. Seraphina expects a lifetime of torment or a swift execution. Instead, she enters a gothic citadel trapped in a web of deadly court politics and ancient secrets. Malakar treats her as a fragile, disposable human weakling, keeping his distance to protect his dark heart. But when a terrifying ancestral madness takes over the King, Seraphina surprises the entire court by using a hidden, dormant light magic t

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

"Touch me again, and I'll cut your filthy hands off." Sofia stepped forward with a sigh, her voice full of fake sympathy. "Isabella, just hand over the crown. I promise I won't pursue this any further. Why make things harder for yourself?" "I said I didn't take it." My voice turned even colder. The pity on her face vanished, replaced by sharp mockery. "I see," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "No one ever taught you manners, poor little orphan, so you end up chasing fantasies that don't belong to you."

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

I said, keeping a stern face with raised brows. He nodded, confirming my words. “You're here for that, so learn not to cross your boundaries. And lastly, I'm Emerald, the CEO of the Imperial company and not Emily. I'm certain you must have mistaken me for someone else.” I said with a smug smile on my face. As I turned around to leave, he gripped my wrist and nuzzled me, making my back lean on the wall. This close, I could smell his pheromone and damn! I could feel my legs getting weaker.

Ethan, moved, hugged the Empress, whispering into her ear: "Mother, was it you who poisoned my real mother?" Ethan's words were like a sharp knife tearing apart the Empress's pretense. She started, a slight shiver running through her body, but she quickly regained her composure, her gentle expression unchanged. "Yes," the Empress whispered back, her voice filled with conspiracy. "Ethan, remember this well. Never come back to Helios. If you do, it will be the day of your death." Ethan slowly released the Empress, a faint smile appearing on his face:

Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest. And now, when he was at the peak of his empire, basking in the wealth and influence he had long craved, Lorenzo Kim had returned. The Kim Clan, once the supreme rulers of Korea’s underworld, had been a shadow of its former self for years. But Lorenzo had changed that. One by one, he was tearing Zane’s empire apart—stealing his contracts, luring away his allies, undermining his control. And now, Zane was steadily losing ground. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How the fuck do you have no clue about this?” His sharp gaze snapped to Vanessa, his inside woman—the bait he had ski