Evil Empress Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

Walking beside Luca Bennett. Victor was going to enjoy this. Because every empire had a weakness. And Adriana Cole had just found hers.

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.