Xenomorph Emperor Novels & Stories

The evil emperor's eyes stared fearfully at the sky where Xiao Chen had been standing. "Bastard! Who the hell are you?" shouted the evil emperor angrily at Xiao Chen's attack. But none of it was heard because the person he was looking for had already disappeared from the island. "Emperor, who is she? How could you lose?" asked a member of the evil empire, feeling strange that their emperor had lost even though he was using a clone. He himself, who was slightly taller than the evil emperor's clone, couldn't defeat the evil emperor, but now he saw with his own eyes a woman who had actually injured the evil emperor right before their very eyes.

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.