Evil Empress Novels & Stories

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:

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.

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

she uttered, her voice stopping me dead in tracks. My fist froze, an inch from her face. I burned. Fury stirred violently deep inside me. I struggled to stay calm. I could feel my wolf… roaring in my cage, clawing furiously… But all I could do was gnash my teeth together as the rage inside me boiled over. “This is the only way to save your precious little maid,” Emily crooned. This must be the real evil princess Sheila warned me about. The real Emily Vesper. She would go any length to get what she desired.

"Millie had access to someone connected to a wealthy family. I think the Evercrest. But as far as I know, he's not part of the Evercrest sons." My stomach tightened. “Okay. Keep mentioning.” I said, trying to avoid asking her questions. It seemed to work. She kept talking. “I think it's a guy named Throne. She uses his name anyhow she wanted.” I scoffed. Of course it had to be Roman's uncle. She continued, “And there are a bunch of guys that works for her whenever she needed someone to do her dirty work. I think they live at capeland street, 44C. According to rumors, a young lady gifted them because they saved her.”

"I just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

Monster Emperor Shentia declared. "This is our opportunity to rewrite history! In this version, the human and slaughtering tribes will be defeated and we shall rule the world! Will you follow me to fulfil this dream, the dream of the Monster tribe?" Monster Emperor Shentia roared as he raised his fist above his head. "We are!" All The monsters chimed, mirroring his movement enthusiastically.

The crown upon her head glittered in the sunlight, its jewels a testament to her station. With a subtle raise of her hand, the Empress commanded the attention of all present. The murmurs and whispers that had filled the air immediately ceased, replaced by an expectant silence. Every eye turned to her, and even the rustling of the banners seemed to quiet in deference to her presence. Empress Ilyana’s gaze swept over the assembly, her icy blue eyes—so like her daughter’s—radiated of pride and steely resolve. When she spoke, her voice was calm yet powerful, resonating across the vast grounds with the clarity of a bell.

About ten minutes later, Damon, Susan, and other three people came in together. A man handed a few pieces of paper to Chelsea. "I'll give you five minutes. We'll start after you read the lines," Damon said. Chelsea was stunned because they were the lines of the Empress. Chelsea thought, "The Empress is a supervillain in the series. It is said that this role belongs to a very famous senior in the industry. Why does Damon give me the lines of the Empress?" Chelsea looked up. Other people were looking through their phones or whispering to each other. In the end, she suppressed her doubts and quickly remembered the lines.

Emery shook her head as his grip tightened, but even then, he still did not believe her. “Try to ever escape from me and I will not hesitate to imprison you again.” He bent over and whispered, “Or worse… I will have your legs cut off.” After that conversation, Emery left the emperor's room and simply went back to work as if nothing happened. But deep inside her mind, she knew too well that she was totally fucked up. The possesiveness of Emperor Claus was something she did not want to deal with so even if she had to secretly meet up with Lady Serena, she would do it in order to leave the empire as soon as she finds out about the protectors with the panther symbol.