Xenomorph Emperor Novels & Stories

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best

Goosebumps travelled up her arm, she could blow up. Her emotions changed as fast as the Emperors, who now looked bitter and back to his original personality. "Humans." He spoke. "Hm?" Alexis who had been broken away from her own turmoil stared at the Emperor. "I have a bad reputation with humans." He turned around, "I'll leave Agathus with you so don't travel too far. He'll notify me if you accidentally blow up." He cruelly laughed as he left. Alexis' heart froze. She felt a bit baffled at the change of behaviour in the once nice Emperor. She had even begun to think he might not be nearly as bad as she had made him out to be. But, all that had just come crashing.

Seraphina blushed deeply and quickly pulled her dress back on, Seraphina never knew how to respond to compliments, after all of the vile tongue lashings she had received from their Lady, she could not believe someone to say something kind towards her. Bethel looked like she had seen a ghost, Melanie quickly grabbed her a chair and ushered her to sit down. “Not since-since King Xaveris” whispered Bethel. She quickly shook her head realising the girls before her wouldn’t know who King Xaveris was. “King Xaveris was one of the first vampires in the Empire, his familiar was a dragon, the strongest, most powerful Vampire King we have ever seen. It is said he was part God, no-one has worn the drag

Holding the reins tightly, ready to pull and match forwards, he gazed at the direction where Nexus had been standing, and ordered, “Report. NOW.” “My Lord, he…he is none other than the Werewolf Emperor himself.” Scrunching his brows together, Silvan said in a questionable gesture, “Emperor?... But isn’t he dead already?” “It was…it was his soul, My lord. He…he is a pure soul. We can’t fight him. He is way too powerful now, not like in the past.” Nexus interjected with a stuttering tone. Understanding his concerns, Silvan nodded and said,

Control. Now I had all three. And ten years alone with them. Veylor’s deep, commanding voice cut through the roar of the waves with unshakable authority. “The only person capable of entering the Void without succumbing to its Miasma is the Emperor himself,” he began. “His essence was forged from the Void, shaped from its raw chaos. The Miasma recognizes him as one of its own, and thus, he walks within it freely while others falter, enslaved, or destroyed.”

"No one ever taught you manners, poor little orphan, so you end up chasing fantasies that don't belong to you." She raised her chin slightly. "Too bad that crown was never yours. Hand it over, and I'll pretend none of this happened." The more generous she sounded, the more contempt filled the eyes around us. I had no patience left for that, so I pulled out my phone, ready to call someone to check the surveillance footage. Before I could dial, a shadow fell over me. Vincent had returned. He grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he might crush the bone.

Powerful enough to dominate the entire room without speaking a single word. A long dark coat draped across his massive frame, embroidered with silver markings resembling claw scars across the chest. A black mask covered the upper half of his face. But nothing could hide his eyes. Molten gold it carried ancient power and predatory. The entire ballroom subtly shifted around him. Nobody bowed. No announcement was made. Yet every Alpha in the room instinctively moved aside as he walked. Power rolled off him so heavily Kaelith could almost feel it pressing against her skin. “What territory is he from?” she whispered.

The man standing before her was taller than she expected. Broad shoulders. Dark tailored suit. Black tie. Sharp features. Cold gray eyes. The kind of face magazines loved. The kind of face villains probably practiced in mirrors. Power radiated from him effortlessly. Danger too. He didn't look human. He looked carved from stone. Damian Blackwood. For seven years she had imagined this moment. She'd imagined shouting. Accusing. Hating. Instead, her mind went completely blank. His gaze settled on her ID badge. Then on her face.