Male Empress Novels & Stories

The maids showed them inside . "Oh ! Duke it's so nice to see you again . No matter how many times I see it your face never gets old ." " You are praising me too much your majesty . This here is my wife ." "Greetings to the empress of the empire . I am Seilin Battenburg . Pleasure to meet you your majesty ." She bowed more gracefully than the empress could have ever anticipated she would . From the angle of her arms to how much she have lower her head was perfect . When she stood up straight smiling the empress knew her plan to insult Seilin about her manners was not gonna work anymore .

Baka common naman kasi ang Mironia na surname. Inilipat ko pa ito sa ibang pages. 'The first woman to serve the empire was Anisha Moriana. The 4th daughter of Emperor Hien Moriana, as for the reason to why did a woman rule the Empire was due to the Emperor's infertility to produce a male heir.'

said the Empress waving Chelsea's apologies off " I found it quite stuffy as well , I told that old man to stop putting more roses in but he just won't listen to me ! " The Empress glared at her tea cup losing her graceful and elegant air all of a sudden making Chelsea gape at her in shock . " Don't look at me like that " said the Empress watching Chelsea's experssion with a rather pleasant smile " before I came here , I was just a small baron's daughter , who rarely stepped out of her home, sometimes my father used to worry about my marriage but see what happened" added the Empress a little spitefully .

It satisfies me. Honestly, Emery is far from what I've expected. He has lived in Melbourne since he was eighteen and due to that, he has not act like a self-centred prince. He seems very humble and common; like a normal person. No one would have expected him to be royalty. Neither would I, at first.

What they didn't know was that I had handed the seal to Harry with my own hands. The empress, Bella Barrett, had always felt guilty about not giving Harry the position of empress consort. She kept nitpicking and dropping hints that I should pass the royal seal to someone more deserving. If this had happened in the past, I definitely would have fought her on it. "How can there be an empress consort without a royal seal? You're deliberately trying to humiliate me!" But now, knowing that I was finally leaving this miserable place and going back to where I belonged, I felt a profound sense of relief.

She was holding the music box. "Madeline," Elena hissed, her blood turning to ice. The woman turned around. But it wasn't Madeline’s face. It was a younger woman, her features a mirror image of Elena’s, except for a shock of white hair at her temple. She looked into the camera and held up a small, hand-painted wooden horse—an exact replica of Leo’s. "The Empress has a sister," the woman mouthed, her voice silent but the words clear on her lips.

No one questions me. They never do. As I step outside, I spot her immediately. She stands a few steps away, her posture straight but her hands betraying her tension. I walk toward her slowly. “Your majesty, sorry for interrupting your meeting, but I need to have a word with you,” she says softly. Her voice is careful. Measured. I study her. “What do you want to talk about?” I ask, my tone cold. She shifts slightly. “I learned that there is no tent for me.”

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

No matter what I do Wesely will reject me? Emerald whimpered. That’s all I can see. Before he mated you, he was going to reject you like in the first vision. It seems my appearance and warning only bought you time. I thought coming earlier would save you the pain and make Wesely come around. But I see that I was wrong. I smile with tears in my eyes. You did your best. But I’m going to have to take this future into my own hands. Can you trust me? Of course. Emerald replied. The goddess paired me with you for a reason. You’re special.

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