Immortal Ice Empress Novels & Stories

The Empress felt irritated with Yuna’s words to the point that she felt she was going to faint. The Empress fixed her hair and dress after making a scene. She changed her expression to one that was more friendly. Yuna didn’t like watching her change faces so frequently to match the mood. It was very robotic, and it seemed like the Empress wasn’t human. She gestured for Yuna to play her song.

From the word Immortal, that means a mortal is rebelling against the passage of time. You will train the laws of time. "Tit!" "This..." "Immortal" "Tit!" ~Mission has been unlocked~ 1. Survive: Time limit: 10 days "Tit! ~Punishment has been unlocked~ 1. Death "This..." Afar from the jungle a cute animal appeared. "Butt! He saw someone looked like Butt! Yet he was small! "Haha! I saw an animal! I'm lucky!" This small bat called. "Butt! It's me!" Luis Park called.

The Team was thanking Xasha for their bodysuits, seeing that remnant spirits brought up many awful memories. The Ice Queen was a 150-meter tall beauty with long white hair, wearing a long royal dress with snow petals rising slowly off it that gave her a mysterious air. In her delicate hands, she held a similar-looking scythe to the one Emily had in her hands. This was the ruler of the Glacier Forest, a Thorium Realm energy beast that was formed completely from ice and snow.

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

It was really crowded. Cristine made the decision to send them to her medical facility. In her hospital, yes, you heard it. "Empress Medical Center" is the name of her hospital. In the underworld, she's known as Empress. Exclusively for her members, there were free services. An old guy she accidently saved gave her this hospital. Is she making the right decision in bringing them to her hospital? ... A/N: I was just thinking about how congested public hospitals are. Even without the pandemic, it was extremely crowded.

"Don't slip on the ice." She’s shuddering under my grip as I steady her. The height is dizzying, the thinning oxygen forcing me to calm my hurried breaths. "It's freezing up here.” Eyla turns, teetering on the narrow ridge. "I may not be able to die from falling from these heights as an Immortal, but it's sure going to impair my life for awhile." "Then don't fall." I shrug. She whips her head toward me, gaze narrowed. "Have I ever told you I'm grateful for you being the most annoying person I've ever met."

That's slander already if that's not the truth. "Flutter? I may have...but that's because I have this aura that can make everyone comfortable and gain empathy. They usually mistook it as love or desire or compassion. He did flutter before but because of my aura. He got used to it as soon as he was with the queen. So to make it simple, a person who already has a loved one dearly will not be fully conquered." Erenea explained to us that she seemed proud. I was amazed at what he said about his ability. That's very rare for an immortal. Usually, immortals have no ability aside from being immortal and don't age.

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

“Don’t underestimate me!” As the empress charged towards her, Emery stanced and waited for her to draw closer. She counted each step that Empress Serena took before raising her foot. In one swift kick right on the jaw, she knocked her off of her feet in no time. The empress tried to get up as fast as she could, however, everything around her seemed to be turning upside-down. Emery, on the other hand, got on top of her and held her on the collar. “Did you wish for an instant death?” she whispered, but did not wait for her to answer. “If yes, then I must break that bubble of yours because I will make sure that you suffer in so much pain that you want to kill yourself just to end it.”

The steward bowed and fled. Tristan threw off the covers. "Get up, Seir. The intermission is over." The Empress’s solarium was a place of cold, blinding light. The walls were made of glass, magnifying the pale sun until the room felt like an oven, yet the Empress sat by a fountain of ice-water, looking perfectly cool. Empress Vespera was beautiful in the way a diamond is beautiful—hard, sharp, and capable of cutting glass. She wore high-collared silver silk that encased her like armor.