Zombie King Babysits The Reborn Empress Novels & Stories

Full of what we earned. “This is home,” he whispered against my lips. “Wherever we build it - here, abroad, or anywhere else - as long as it’s with you.” That tablet dropped out of my hands as I drew him near, skin meeting warmth where sunlight pooled across the floorboards. Our empire hummed alive now - stronger each day. Ghosts from before had finally quieted, their voices gone thin and distant. Ahead lay what? Not plans exactly, but space enough for any kind of tomorrow.

So how could he be alive now? “Look at you. You are only sixteen and already acting like an old woman. Open your eyes this instant or my stick will help you.” Sixteen. Victoria grabbed the blanket tightly as the pieces slowly came together. It had been one week before her birthday when she first met Bernard Harrigan. Could it mean she had returned to the past? Or was this just another nightmare? But how could it be when she had clearly died? “You never learn, do you?” Suddenly she felt a sharp pull and her scalp burned with pain. She could not stop herself from wincing as her aunt gripped her hair tightly and pulled.

"I... Your Highness, I'm just a servant. I don't have access to—" "You have access to servant gossip." Jay knew this from corporate espionage. The assistants always knew where the bodies were buried. "Which is worth more than any official report. I need three things: When is General Kael returning to the palace? Who benefits most from my death? And who the hell is the Shadow King?" Finn went pale. "Your Highness, you shouldn't—no one speaks of—" "I just did. Answer." The servant looked like he might bolt. Then something shifted in his expression—resignation, maybe. Or the reckless courage of someone with nothing left to lose.

She blurted out, finally finding her voice and clearing her expression of the shocked look. She almost smacked herself at how defensive she sounded. It was obvious that the King didn't believe a word out of her mouth. His grey eyes passively stared at her while she struggled to hold his gaze and at the same time, fighting an international battle she was losing fast. King Aiden leaned forward so his elbows were resting on the desk. "Dr Young is the head of the zombie operation. He was the one who perfected the serum used in turning corpses into zombies. After the incident yesterday, we found a letter from him on one of the zombies, stating that we should hand over the Crown and do you know th

,said a tall black guard. "You, Vampire! Did you start the fire", shrieked King Felton. "Yes",he replied without hesitation. "You broke the treaty! We were not allowed to do any harm to each other's kingdom! Who commanded you to do it?!", shrieked the king "I was given the command by Prince Alfred , son of King Abner"said the Vampire,"King Abner is dead , Prince Alfred is the new king of Pamlivam. We take orders from him, and he has ordered us Vampires to finish you all"

“He’ll wake soon.” I nodded. “He’ll wake to a different world.” She tilted her head. “And what will he wake to find?” I met her gaze, voice steady. “A queen who’s already paid the price.” Outside, the night was still. No gunfire. No screams. Just the quiet pulse of something rebuilding itself from ruin. The king slept. The vulture plotted and other mafia lord. And I…Emilia …was done being anyone’s pawn. From now on, I would be the hand that moves the board.

Old Ellizzian would have rebirthed in seven lives before she’d even brought the spoon up close. I am Ellizzian. Empress Ellizzian. I chuckle in my head bitterly at the strange sound. Not Luna Arin. Not an orphan Sarah. I am Empress Ellizzian . A golden cobra on vengeance who does not know what to feel, think, or expect. The door creaks open slightly and the omega steps in.

He had claimed to be looking directly at their hidden world. Zara's manicured hand slowly lowered the phone. The sheer black silk of her robe trembled against the freezing air of the catacombs. The devastating, triumphant Queen who had completely conquered high society only hours ago was entirely gone, violently replaced by a mother staring directly into an apocalyptic void. "Lucian," Zara whispered, her voice a hollow, broken sound that completely shattered the King's soul. "They are in the nursery." "No," Lucian growled.

It felt as if it was burning my fingers. "It's not you and my son. It's my son Dastien and..." She trailed off. "Emma, " I shouted. "Let's make it clear." She said, nodding her head. There was a strange kind of sensation running down my skin. "In our world, once a king or queen is born. In the upcoming thousands of years, centuries, or I should say it's impossible to bear the next king or queen with the same faces until they are reborn or reincarnation."

He even ignored the wailing DaeDae who gradually fell asleep after few minutes of crying and sobbed. “...Fae... You're alive... You're alive... Thanks God, thanks God...” Farrah also noticed that there's something wrong with her father. [Pa? Why are you crying? What do you mean? You thought I'm dead?] Ferdinand sniffled, “Y-Your temporary teammates told me...that you became the monarch's subordinate... They said they saw you together with the monarch... They said you probably became a high-level zombie and followed the zombie monarch...”