Purple Empress Novels & Stories

The host points in Ava’s direction at Jack Fuller’s plate. Amethysts are known for their faint purple reserved in clear stones, but that’s why this ring is so unique -- the color trapped is so thick that it almost looks black without light. But even a dim light brings out the deep thick iron purple so visible that it shines under just the starry night. Hence its name.

Callisto beamed a smile. The Emerald Sea is caught in the center of the Leonhart Empire and the Sylvester Empire. Our Empire has rights in the sea since it is a part of our economic borders, but the Sylvester Empire claims they have historic rights. The Emerald Sea is a habitat for exotic and rare creatures, engraved mana stones and jewelry underneath the ocean floor, and hundreds of uninhabited fertile islands. The dispute has been on-going for more than a hundred years, there is probably no person in both empires that are not aware of the gravity of this dispute.

He could put on rags and still make it look like a clothing for the runway. Emilia was dressed in a purple summer dress that stop at the middle of her thighs paired with black flats to compliment. Her hair was let down today, dancing with the wind. Like Liam, she also had a pair of sunglass but hers was used as a band for her hair. “ Of course Lucia.” Emilia replied Lucia with a huge smile on her face. Liam was at the side talking to his father. It looked like they were having a serious conversation but Emilia decided not pry too much.

Emily sighed and patted its head: "Okay, I said I wouldn't hit you. Don't be afraid. But I have to go to work. I can't leave you and Ellie at home. First, I'll take you to the pet care shop to leave you there for a while? I'll come back and get you in the afternoon." The dog was silent, but its shining purple eyes looked at her, making Emily startled. The light last night was dim, and she didn't look carefully, but now she noticed that the dog's eyes were a deep shade of purple! This was really rare! Was it really just a stray dog? Or maybe it belonged to someone who got lost? Moreover, the purple color... why did it seem familiar to her?

Vitali asks in surprise. “Tact. Try it sometime,” Eric admonishes while I try not to laugh. “No wars, no threats, nothing of the sort, I promise,” I say with a reassuring smile. “Then what brings you by? Not that we aren’t happy to see you, it’s very nice to see you, Yildiz,” says Empress Mei, her aura shining just a fraction brighter than everyone else’s. It’s truly stunning to look at with its swirls of bright gold and onyx. She still has a timidness to her voice, but she’s come a long way. Setia will be happy to know Mei is doing much better.

I come to realise that he has changed into a navy blue shirt. ''Deadly, my ass.'' I mutter under my breath. Without further ado, I start to make my way towards the front door, standing right next to one of the servants while I watch Emery taking a few steps down the stairs, looking around in confusion but he stays still, talking to the queen—his mother. I can't help myself when it comes to Emery. I end up watching his every movement and actions, even by the way he chuckles when the queen mutters a light joke. The way his eyes squint when he laughs, it's one of the things that may attract women.

Melanie asked curiously. Emerald vine was an extremely rare flower. It had emerald-colored petals that emitted a faint blue glow at night. It had a short blooming period, stringent cultivation requirements, and a subtle fragrance, making it an uncommon ingredient. "I have, but unsuccessfully," Cyrus admitted, a hint of disappointment evident in his voice. "Given the subtle scent of emerald vine and its challenge to accentuate within a balanced blend of fragrances, do you still wish to attempt it?" Melanie inquired.

I knew that stature, that aura of power. She was married to him. Emmette Nash. The owner of the billion dollar luxury estate, the Emerald Palace. Devon hates his guts ever since he refused us permission to move into the Emerald palace. My face turned ashen. The air seemed to leave the room as I stared at Corrie and then at the man who now held the little girl’s hand.

On a crisp November morning, the inaugural assembly of the new Ember Circle convened in the renovated great hall of Montrose and Vale Estates its walls hung with Isabelle’s sketches from Prague and Bellford, each a testament to rediscovered history. Representatives from art, academia, and clergy gathered in a wide semicircle; at its center, a brazier held a single silver blue ember that pulsed like a heartbeat.

Eva seemed more curious than Scarlet. Emerald sensed her difficulties and slightly brushed her arms to soothe her uneasiness while gesturing her to take time. It made her a bit courageous. She opened the box slightly only to get shocked, stunned, surprised, bewildered, baffled and remained awestruck. The gem caught her attention like nothing in the world had. She had never heard or seen anything like that. Soon, as she touched it with her index finger of other hand, the stone started to glow in dark purple color emitting a dazzling light blinding her and the others in her proximity. Grand Empress was beyond overjoyed. She immediately announced loudly,