The Last Empress Novel Novels & Stories

The rest of us followed, thirteen of us struggling through exhaustion and cold to make it to safety. As soon as the last of us cleared the gates, the guards completed the closure. The heavy wooden gates swung shut with a finality that felt almost ceremonial, and I heard the sound of the locking mechanisms engaging. We were in Karenthel. On the other side of the walls, the sounds of battle continued, but they felt distant now, separated from us by stone and iron. Vex collapsed to her knees, coughing, and Mira immediately moved to her side. "Vex! What happened? Your arm—"

Cecily and Emery had been cleaning up the Empress’ room when they heard the dreadful news. The Emperor was poisoned by the Empress! The two handmaidens refused to believe it. Although the couple had their ups and downs, Ursa was not a rash person, nor was she as vicious so as to poison someone! Cecily had witnessed their harmony for herself, just as they were leaving the room for their dinner. Besides, Ursa would never make such a cunning move without first consulting herself or Emery, not that Emery was much help.

The only confirmation of its once definite presence being the jagged shards of torn paper left behind in its place, poking out from the books large withering spine. I avert my eyes back to the collection of information stored below her titled name, differing slightly to her husbands as it declares Queen Emeline Filia Lunae, the last of her throne. In awe, I learn of her heightened senses along with the proposed additional abilities that she had once possessed, allowing her to do more than any wolf had ever been capable of before. Their existence is mentioned briefly before the account abruptly comes to its unintended end allowing a sense of unfulfillment to flood through me. I wonder what ha

A thought occurs to me, and I bite the inside of my cheek, stringing together a question. “Your Majesty,” I say with practiced formality “I know it may be presumptuous of me, but may I ask something?” “You’ve already asked me something.” The Empress snorts “What is it, Dinah?” “Is there something I should be careful about in regards to the second Lady of Haraldsen?” The Empress Regent turns to me, and I look at her with big eyes that say; I’m asking for very innocent reasons, so go on and tell me!

painful moans escaped her breath she could only gulp down the poisoned glass of milk as her husband's lover forced it down her throat. “There you go, if I were you, I would hurry up and die already before you're put in a casket alive” Clair warned walking away. Emelia wanted nothing but to die, it was no empty threat and she knew it. She watched the door close behind Clair. “I was a fool for love... I loved him and gave him everything including my position as heir of the Zorah Empire.

No seriously, what would we be without her? Being the only woman to defeat the opposing empire's strongest warrior with just her character, Mother Nefertiti embodied the emancipation of the Pereshwarian Empire. Centuries ago, the most notable victory against the Vlademese of the West took place in Karandish. In a brutal massacre, Mother Nefertiti managed to seal away Valdere's heart and keep it stored so that no one may ever cross its cruelty. Sealing one heart with another. A brilliant hero, if you ask me. I remember the exhilaration I felt listening to those empowering tales. Although much of it has been twisted along the way, the retellings never ceased to amaze me.

Ready for work, Elle zoomed off with her driver in the latest Porsche car she bought. Arriving at her company, the driver was quick to open the door for her. Stepping down in her well-tailored ash-colored business jumpsuit and her matching Louis Vuitton bag and shoe, she majestically walked inside the tall skyscraper. But before she could get inside, the reporters waiting patiently for her to arrive blocked her path. "Miss Elle, what do you have to say about the Galla party last night?" "Miss Elle, is it true you walked out of the hall immediately after Ethan stepped inside?"

Dante The heat of Mauritius is heavy, but the silence between us is heavier. Isabella stands on the terrace, one hand gripping the railing as she stares at the horizon. The wind catches her dress, whipping the fabric around her legs, but she doesn’t flinch. She doesn't even turn when she hears my boots on the stone. "You should rest," I say, my voice sounding more like a command than a suggestion. "The flight was long." She finally glances at me, her eyes as cold as the cabin air we left behind. "I slept on the plane."

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

“So, how was the experience?” “It was fine. A bit exhausting, but everything turned out well. The Emperors have found their soulmate, and she’s already expecting. I didn’t think the Empress would get pregnant so fast. Her heat had quite an effect.” “Ohhh, so she went into heat. Well, I’m not surprised she got pregnant right away. She’s really nice, by the way. But I really felt sorry for her earlier at the terminal. She looked so lost and alone because everyone thought she had parasites.”