The Last Empress Book Novels & Stories

“Lord Liam, I have increased the security and also asked questions. Someone saw Princess Erica leave in the morning but didn't see her return, nor have they seen her this afternoon. She also went out yesterday for a stroll. However, her maid said that she's sleeping in her room. So she's definitely safe for now. I don't believe the culprit will have enough boldness to infiltrate the emperors palace.” I almost laughed out loud. The culprit already infiltrated the emperor's palace a long time ago, and entered his bed. Pretentious deceptive women. How I hate them. My assistant stepped forward with a heavy document in his hands. “This is a list of the women that entered and left within the last

“She is here to take her place on the throne, and yet you dared to throw her into that filthy, predatory tavern. For that insult, Serena, you deserve a brutal death.” Serena immediately lost all her composure. She began frantically banging her forehead against the hard floor, sobbing and begging for her life to be spared. I watched her emotionlessly. My wolf, Ice, paced in my chest, wanting to rip her throat out right now, but I held him back. I wanted to destroy her position and torment her first. A quick death was too easy for a spy sent by the elders. Emily was the perfect tool to tear Serena’s power away.

The kind of heavy that made lungs work harder. Thick pillars of blackened wood lined the hall, painted dragons curling upward like they were climbing toward something they would never reach. The dais was carved with precision but shrouded in shadow. The King sat in the center, inlaid screens behind him filtering the light until even the air felt dim. She looked around for Yeonho. He was nowhere. Just the King’s guard and a young lady along with the young guard whom she had followed in there. Each step forward dampened her palms—not with fear, but with the quiet certainty that she couldn’t trust the King. Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar fa

"He trained you to be a warrior, didn't he?" With tears in her eyes, she nods. "But I'm not half of what he wanted me to be." The two plunge into an uncomfortable silence once again, both lost in their own thoughts... And losses. "Well..." He speaks again. "Ynora Deanna was a High Empress who dominated almost every kingdom in the world. She created demon colonies and also territories in several countries, establishing her dominance once and for all and ruling all her subjects with an iron fist." "Demonic colonies?"

The clues and evidence we got were from her so that we would not despair and we would not give up. "I miss you, Wife!" "I miss you too! Cookie!" I let go of her hug and immediately gave her a deadly look but she just laughed at me. "Stop looking like that! I can kill you anytime because I'm the Empress." I just laughed softly because of what she said. The Empress of my life and the Empress of the Asian Mafia Organization.

Her voice was strict and void of any emotion. Immediately after she finished speaking, the men in uniform dragged each one of the reporters that came out of the building. No one dared to stay there after hearing such a threat from Elle. Elle confidently walked inside the building. Last night was the last time she was going to cry for somebody or anything. Those who think they would trample on her should come on in. She is welcome to any trouble. She will make sure to make every one of them pay, even Ethan Cephas. The game has just begun.

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

She rolls her eyes, ''Never underestimate the queen, Emery France Van Allan. I cringe after hearing her say my full name because I rarely hear anyone say it. It would always be Emery or Prince Emery of Cambridge. Then, we both turn to see the woman with dark blonde hair standing near the bedroom door as she watches my mother and I with confusion, ''I'm late, I should go.'' She says, walking towards the front door after pecking onto my cheek. My mother watches the whole thing with glares but as soon as she's out, I peck onto mother's cheek, ''You must've learned something after years of staying by yourself.'' She says.

the old stones began to glow, strangeAs were carved into them started symbols that to light up, one after another, spreading outward across the city in a mysterious sequence. Silence crashed over the crowd. A woman near the bridge dropped to her knees trembling. “The Crown of Night,” she whispered. My blood turned cold. I looked at Cassian. He had the look of someone who was gazing straight into the face of a terrifying reality, one that he had hoped would remain forever dormant, a nightmare that had haunted him for centuries and now seemed to be staring back at him with unblinking eyes.

Anna lunged forward immediately and flipped it open. Inside was a magnificent crown, set with massive diamonds that shimmered brilliantly under the lights. "That's it!" Sofia pointed at it, her voice sharp with triumph. "Caught red-handed. She's the one who stole it!" Vincent looked at me as if I were nothing but trash. "Isabella, you've disappointed me." He grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward the exit. Amid the chaos, a commanding voice rang out. "Let go." The room fell silent at once, the crowd parted instinctively.