Evil Empress Novels & Stories

Emma lets her Royal Alpha aura flow as she looks past Elder Elio and Colter to the warriors hissing at the young pups behind them and says, “I AM QUEEN EMMA AND THIS IS MY KINGDOM. YOU EITHER KNEEL AND PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY OR DIE!” “You can’t do that…” Elder Elio struggles against Emma’s command, trying not to kneel and submit to her. As he fights the command, he looks around as hundreds of warriors, both vampire and werewolf, come out of places he didn’t even know were there. His Intel was a little on the lacking side as they hadn’t informed him of how many warriors were now under her control or that she had in fact been through the crowning ceremony becoming the true Queen he was against.

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.

Valerie said, placing her wet palm into her head and acting as if she were suffering from a headache. “You are Zhilux Vociferious, The Empress of the biggest and most influential empire in all of Somorah,” the lady easily persuaded and worried Valerie. ‘Zhilux’ ‘Zhilux...’ ‘My Empress, wake up and return to me right now...Zhilux’

More and more, the Zelia who's good at composing herself, hiding her true nature is finally disappear because of the side effects of the drugs. "An Empress? Oh, so you're gonna be my Empress aren't you?"The Emperor asked as he was smirking. He's clearly enjoying teasing her. She smirked, "Your Empress? Ha! Don't joke with me, I, Zelia Rezzel Lapas, only belong to myself and nothing else. I won't let any man control me, hurt me and step on me. Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Emperor? I will never be someone's Empress because I belong only to myself."

She reached into her coat pulled out a dented silver flask took a drag and spat a stream of blue fluid onto the severed iron wrist. "You the one who caused the boiler-collapse in Sector 2?" she asked, her gray eyes glinting with curiosity. "Because if you are you've got three minutes before the Scrappers realize I followed their pipe." I raised my hand the matte-obsidian lance of the Seventh Seal materializing with a low hum. "I am the Empress of this territory " I said. ". You have exactly ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn't turn your coat into scrap metal." The woman didn't flinch. A slow grease-stained grin split her face revealing a silver tooth.

That time Aloysius was aware of his powers and strangely he tried to protect her but was executed by Ezekiel. ' In this life I won't let Aloysius die that's why I took him under me,' she smirked and bowed in front emperor and empress. " Greetings to sun and moon of Obela empire." " You may raise your..." Empress was interrupted by emperor's serious order. " Valerie come in my office now!" " Yes, your majesty." Valerie calmly replied and glanced at her shocked empress and Helene. Something cold started covering her heart's warmth and that was because of her elder brother Raphael.

Her long hair was neatly coiffed, dressed in an elegant white suit and standing tall on a stage with the logo of the Royal Empress Corporation—a mysterious global corporation that had been secretly controlling the fashion, technology, and investment markets. "What the hell...?" whispered Damian. Live from New York The reporters were crammed in. The camera flashes didn't stop. Elena stood confidently in the crowd, flanked by two bodyguards. Her voice was clear, calm, and every sentence seemed carefully calculated. "Good morning, everyone. Today, I'd like to introduce who I really am. My name is Elena Whitmore—or better known to the international business world as Queen Elisabeth, owner of the

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

However, the other medicine that Edgar produced fared better at riling the Academy. He had made something called the Empress. Though it did nothing to improve one’s power level, it was capable of expanding the destructive power of the Devil’s Heart to the point of fivefold! It was a great surprise and boon to the stronger Academy members. For those who had reached a certain point, they would encounter the Heart, a powerful phenomena with bountiful effects. However, many would fall to the Heart. Even in the Academy’s history, many strong fighters were unable to resist the Heart, and died under its influence.

“For how long?” No one answered. Another councilor cleared his throat. “There is… another option.” Aldric stopped pacing. “Say it.” “A failed awakening,” the man said quietly. “Too much power. Too young. She didn’t survive.” The words sat there, ugly and heavy. Caspian stood. “You’re talking about murdering his daughter.” “I’m talking about preserving an empire,” the councilor replied. “Against one girl.” Aldric didn’t look at either of them. He moved to the window instead. Looked out at the city. At everything he ruled.