Beloved Tyrant Novels & Stories

He pauses again before continuing. “That’s why my second wife was so hell-bent on getting Damon in the throne; not only money, but the ability to influence an entire country from behind the scenes. All it would take is a few years and a ‘king’ could easily turn into a real tyrant.” I listen intently, nodding slowly. “Do you think Damon would have become a tyrant?” I ask. “Damon is a fool,” Reginald says. “And fools make the biggest tyrants of all.”

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.

I would think of three princes who had once been mine, wonder if they were well, if they were happy, if they had found new love to fill the spaces I had left behind. The phantom pain where our bond had been never quite faded. One evening, as I watched twin moons rise over our impossible landscape, Adrian joined me on the balcony. "You regret your choice," he observed. "I regret the necessity of it. Not the choice itself." "That is the difference between a ruler and a tyrant. Tyrants regret nothing. Rulers carry the weight of every sacrifice." "Is that wisdom from your dark years or your human ones?" "Both. Pain teaches truth, whether it comes from shadow or light."

“Then send soldiers. Burn their crops if they refuse to yield. Let their faith return when they starve.” A murmur of discontent rippled through the chamber. The nobles shifted uneasily. The Prime Minister did not raise his voice, but the words cut clean. “Strength without wisdom is tyranny, my lord. And tyranny breeds rebellion. We have seen it before. We will see it again.” Damien’s eyes narrowed. “Do you call me a tyrant?” “I call you… Weary,” the Prime Minister said smoothly. “The burden of rule has taken its toll. None would fault you for it. Even the strongest arm weakens when it bears too much for too long.”

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

Vlad whispered smoothly, gesturing toward the distant horizon where the silhouette of the Black Dragon soared across the clouds. "The woman from the lower veins has tamed the sovereign beasts. Today, she takes the eastern valleys; tomorrow, she will chain the winds themselves, and your mountain tribes will be forced to bow as slaves to her new empire. She is not a savior—she is a tyrant in the making."

“She at least deserves to know where she is going, this is a rather large sacrifice she is making, and she won’t be returning. Her service over the years here has been spectacular, it’s best to prepare her.” Sir Emery waves her off. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” He turned to me with a sombre look. “The marriage proposal has come from the Alpha King, Caspian Eros.” The Alpha King? The rumoured tyrant king who has slaughtered every wife before and torments any of those who defy him? It is clear now what their motive was; I was being sent off to die in place of Alaira.

the vampire said with a small bow. There was a murmur in the hall for a moment. But as the gods stood up, everyone stopped talking again. “It saddens me that my children would be responsible for such atrocities. I thought that your age would give you wisdom,” Absalom said. Colin could hear the pain in the god’s voice, and it surprised him. “My lord, you must see the justice in what we did. We just wanted the Beloved One to be more powerful, to not neglect your children,” Jouko desperately said.

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.

He finally said. “In what world is Luciano a spoiled brat?” I asked. “Are you defending him now?” He looked mad, but I didn’t care. “Luciano Dinero is the poster child of spoiled brats. From being the only child of an elder family to being an Alpha. The boy has never suffered a day in his life.” He was droning on and on but I finally understood what this was all about. “You are jealous!” I announced. “Excuse you?” “That is what it is. You hate him because his life has been easy but your life hasn’t. I mean, if you didn’t become Alpha, lord knows how you would have survived.”