Beloved Tyrant Novels & Stories

"My love, I did what was necessary to ensure our future, to secure our power and dominance. Tyler was a weak link, blinded by his allegiance to our enemies. Now, with him out of the way, we can rise to greater heights." He recoiled, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You speak of treachery, Nabitha. I cannot stand idly by and watch as you manipulate and harm our own. This is not the path we agreed upon when we united our packs." I laughed mockingly, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Oh, my dear husband, you were always the naive one. Our union was merely a means to an end, a way to consolidate our power. Now, with Tyler incapacitated, I shall ascend to the throne, and you will be at my

he said with full conviction and determination. "Wha-What?" Prince Tyler sighed. "My father is a cruel king. Even more than the late king Lycaon. How could you betray the person that have put their trust in you? I just couldn’t understand." he smiled at walked towards the window and stare into the horizon again. "I know what he did. Killing the king for the sake of power and the throne, betraying the king and the whole kingdom. For the sake of having that kind of authority and for the sake of being on top."

The palace was buzzing with excitement, everyone celebrating the imminent return of its master. It was a goddess damned epidemic the way all the female Lycans (and some male) had started shamelessly panting over the news of the King’s return. One of the praises that were hailed about the Tyrant is that he was devastatingly handsome, heartwrenchingly gorgeous, sculpted with time and care by the Moon Goddess. The last time I saw him in person, he had knelt down low and held my hand very briefly as he bid farewell in formality. “I will return to you.”

“The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light. For your wolves’ great fortune, you shall bear the bane, Misfortune, misery, an eternal chain.” The crowning flame knew no years. It had chosen a ten-year-old unshifted pup to be the Alpha Naturale. The crowning flame knew no tears. It forced the pup to grow up too fast and take over the pack completely at the age of sixteen. And the curse? As if her life wasn’t cursed enough! Misfortune and misery were her constant companions.

and he kneels down next to me wiping some of the tears off my face with his bloody hand and whispers “because you don’t have a choice Harper fate put you in that alley and now you’re here with me and you’ll learn to love it you’ll see.” I slap his hand away and curl up smaller on the floor still shaking and the sadness is so heavy now after all the screaming and the anger that I feel like I might actually break and start laughing in that crazy way where you cry and laugh at the same time because this is my life now married to a man who stabs people for trying to help me and tells me it’s love and I almost want to laugh at how ridiculous it sounds but instead more tears come and I whisper “So

A foot that no one could ever give her, most especially she will never be the god that she wanted to be. “Oh well, just let her be. She can do whatever she wants and challenge anyone that she deems worthy. By now the two of them are thinking that they got the upper hand in this game. Feeding them with lies for a thing and two wouldn’t hurt. Besides, I would like some challenge now and then.” HIS proud words and from deep down HIS desire and how HIS mind work. Loving and at the same time punishing every one of HIS creation. Dotting and loving God, but a tyrant and jealous one altogether.

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

“It was me. I want you dead.” For the fraction of a second, his eyebrows tugged down in sadness. “Why?” “Why not? You’re a tyrant. It’s no secret as to the many atrocities you have committed to the people you were meant to rule over.” I tilted my head to look at him. “I figured they could use a little bit of favor.” The beast slowly receded and back in its place was Leonidas. A sad smile flickered around his lips. “Is that what they told you? I hear the rumors about some people not being satisfied with my ruling, I never knew they’d send my mate after me.”

She originally wanted to curry favor with a peak Dragon Ranker, but he turned out to be someone who overestimated his power. ‘Does he think that anyone can kill Tyrant? ‘Where does he think Tyrant gets his name from?’ He got his name by killing people in the mercenary world. Anyone who offended him would be tortured and killed by him in the most perverted ways. Whenever people in the underground world talked about Tyrant, they would do so fearfully. No one wanted to mess with Tyrant. And with Tyrant's character, he had offended a lot of people, but he was still alive and well now.

“This is for the first man who touched her after you sold her.” He nodded at his men. One of them punched Tyler’s ribs with a steel rod; his already broken bones shattered further. “And this…” Azrael paused, then turned to Tyler with a terrifying smile, “this is for every time you called her worthless, infertile and breaking her heart” He grabbed Tyler by the throat. “You turned a queen into a slave. You turned a woman into prey. And now, I will turn you into nothing.” Azrael let go as he watched Tyler fall on the ground like a rag doll.