A Villainess For The Tyrant Novels & Stories

"Your Majesty, my daughter is banished, yes — but as we have come together to seek the truth, she has every right to stand here." To say Valeria's infinite smugness was fraying my nerves would be an understatement. She stood tall and proud in the center of the room, the traitorous bitch, basking in the moment like some wronged hero — while my Luna sat burning under the puzzled, weighing stares of the Elders. “Kill the bitch,” Tyr snarled in my skull. I'd have loved nothing more. But I couldn't. At least not yet. I reached for Zlata's hand, closed mine firmly around it, and leaned back in my chair, forcing my body into a looseness I did not feel.

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

Valerie asked, her mouth twitching at the supposed hero. What she saw was a moron blinded by power. “Sacrifices are inevitable when reaching higher goals. Those sacrificed should be honored, won’t you agree?” He grinned at her meaningfully. She was a sacrifice to reach greater power too. Her jaw clenched, the demon was getting too ahead of himself, “You are sick.” “I’m a King, that’s how Kings are.” He laughed, not minding her at all. “No, that’s how tyrants are.” She shook her head, and asked, "Why not make that creature on your own?"

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

She always had a distinct way of walking, unhurried and confident, like a predator stalking it's prey. He looked up when she passed and looked her in the eye. She showed no reaction and continued walking like normal. When she got to the end of the hallway, she turned around and pointed at him. "Who is that?" she asked the supervisor. "He is a rogue werewolf, he is one of our workers. Is anything wrong, your highness?" the supervisor asked worriedly. The queen smiled, her smile had no mirth and chilled the supervisor to the bone. "Bring him over, since he dared look at me, he must bear the consequences." she ordered.

I wondered how much alike in appearance they were. “Greetings, Mage Verstarjen,” Tarragon called up at him, her voice giving no sign of intimidation. “I am Princess Tarragon, heir to Queen Diandreliera and King Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn. You are expecting us, and we are assured of your hospitality whilst we rest before beginning our descent on the other side.”

“Try.” I stop fighting, sag against him. Blood smears on my shirt. His blood. Viktor’s blood. Everything’s blood now. “I heard her,” I whisper. “She called me a child bride. A phase.” “You’re not.” “Then what am I?” “Mine.” I cry into his chest as he holds me. What sort of syndrome is this I think.

Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a powerful Lycan King named Alpha Jerri Bullet. He was feared by all, for his cruelty and merciless ways knew no bounds. Jerri was known to enslave humans and werewolves alike, using them for his pleasure and as soldiers in his army. Under his reign, the land had become a place of fear and oppression. But despite his tyranny, there were those who still dared to resist him. Those who were ready to go down, and be totally free from his torments.

The lady whose eyes were shaking a while ago, stood tall and spoke without emotion. "Why?" I asked as I sat down on the chair. This is going to take a while. "Just like you, vengeance runs deep in my blood." "...." I looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue. "I will avenge my mother and sit on that golden damn throne." She smirked wickedly as greed glistened in her eyes. "You're not worthy of the crown." Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed.

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l