Beloved Tyrant Novels & Stories

After all, I was a Warrior for my pack, and a soldier for the war effort against the tyrannical regime of the Alpha King and his vicious enmity towards humans. “Beautiful,” Han praised after he had raked his gaze all over me, his hand slowly stroking his rigid erection. “How fucking lucky to have such a woman like you to be my fated mate.” I swallowed, watching closely as his cock leaked a bead of precum. “See how I’m this eager for you, Willa? I have waited for you as much as you have waited for me.”

“Oh, I would call such a male worse than a traitor, and I would say to him that his time is coming, for him and all his ilk.” Somehow, she draws herself even taller. It’s impossible to tell; her skirts are so long, but by the way they dust the floor, I could almost swear she’s floating. “Do you know why my weeds took root here in your territory, Alpha?” The change in direction seems to throw him. He’s still looking for an answer when the witch says, “I’ll tell you. This young male here. Your traitor. He’s very clever. He mixed the old dirt with fresh soil. So simple. Essential, though, when the old dirt has become barren.”

Agatha quickly pulled out her gun and angrily pointed it at Tyrant "I want to hear it from your mouth!!- did you ever care for me?!." "I do loved you... However, for the crime of murdering your parents- I couldn't love you anymore, Agatha" Tyrant's response so Agatha couldn't stop her tears from dripping and she slowly lowered her gun. "That's what you wanted to hear? isn't it?" Suddenly the Tyrant added "You know Agatha, you choose what you want to believe. It's your choice- You chose to believe me, it's not my fault anymore." Agatha's hand trembled as she gripped her gun tightly "How could you do this to me?!." she mumbled bitterly.

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

She had probably never thought she would end up in such a state. Boom! Breena Davey decisively chose to self-destruct. It was the Tyrant King’s first time battling with a human cultivator in the universe after three millennia. It got too excited, and forgot that human cultivators often loved self-destruction. In an instant, its face was covered in grime, and its palm turned bloody from the explosion. “Motherf**cker! I forgot these ants love blowing themselves up the most!” The Tyrant King, whose hand was injured from the explosion, gritted its teeth in pain and stomped its foot furiously. “Kill! Kill all the ants here and raze this place to the ground!”

I hated myself for the relief that surged through me, hated myself more for how quickly it collapsed when the thread went slack again. I bowed my head over the maps, teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached. “I can’t let you go,” I whispered into the silence, the admission tearing itself out of me. “Gods help me, I can’t.” And in the stillness that followed, the word “tyrant” lingered like a ghost, curling through the corners of the room until I almost believed it was my name.

“I should be the one asking you that question Arsenio…there is no difference between the both of us..your Father was a tyrant and as they say, blood is thicker than water so the Same tyranny runs in your blood and you are doomed to fail just like he did.” What people didn't know is that I never really got the love of my Father and just as the tyrant they knew him to be, I knew him to be worse. My Mother whom I taught was my shield and defense against him left me in his hands and disappeared into thin air making me go through the worst punishment and training from him and so when people called him a tyrant, it amuses me because the word tyrant was just an understatement. I called for my guard

The agony was white-hot, but I gritted my teeth and pushed forward. “Come on!” I shouted, taunting him. “Show me this strength you boast about, or are you only good at hurting your own family?” His growl was thunderous as he attacked again. Our clash shook the ground—claw against claw, fang against fang. Every blow he landed only fueled my rage, and every strike I returned carried the weight of Damian’s sacrifice, of his mother’s tears, of all the nights he spent broken because of this man. “You think you’re a king?” I spat as I ducked beneath his arm and slashed his chest. Blood sprayed, hot and bitter. “You’re a tyrant. And tyrants always fall!”