Beloved Tyrant Novels & Stories

Darius said just as someone stepped up to the platform and started to go on and on about the tragic death of their alpha and how they decided to make the next best person their alpha. “Alpha Tyrell was one of the rarest gems we had. He was kind, he loved us all equally, putting nobody above us.” In a way, I did believe that he loved them that much. He had made a deal with the hunters to take us in the place of his own people. But the fact that he loved his people was not enough of an excuse to do what he did to us. I would have gone about it in a whole different way.

"Wh⁠at if... what if the eld‌ers do⁠n't b⁠el⁠ieve‌ the jailbreak?" "T‍⁠he‍y won'‍t have a choic‍e,"⁠ I growled s‍m‍oothly, pu⁠l⁠ling her up to‍ he‌r feet. "I am the Tyran‍t of the North, l‌itt⁠le bird. They believe wh⁠atever I‌ leave wri⁠‍tten in blood."

Suddenly, the hall became quiet again. "What do you mean?" someone finally snapped back to his senses. "I said I agree with you guys" a very familiar emotionless voice resounded again. "Don't you guys think two tigers shouldn't stay in a mountain together? I couldn't have agreed more. We have to let all those inferior people who think they are something special leave Westrock completely. And there is only one way to know the inferior ones. Through strength." "So my brothers and sisters in woe and arms, my suggestion is, let's have a showdown. And the winner, rules Westrock. What do you say?"

he snarled, "wants to see me dead. Someone among you. Someone trusted and I intend to find who." Gasps rippled from the warriors. Everyone's eyes widened as they stood listening with their bodies tensed. Perfect, just like we thought. He stalked the line of warriors like a predator choosing a throat to rip out. "You think you can turn my wolves against me?" he roared. "Break my rule? Challenge my power?" His fury vibrated through the earth. He would kill someone today.He had to. That was who he really was. A tyrant who survived through fear and fresh blood.

"Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave." TBC

My darling, please pity your husband and come back home. I’m not scared anymore to tell you this. I love you, and I’ll prove it my whole life so you will believe it. Your husband, Samuel’

And somewhere in their brain a strange thought popped as they stared at the extremely beautiful and kind looking man. Maybe, just maybe, those rumours of a cruel, heartless and tyrant king were ever so slightly... far-fetched.

I will be damned if I let some group of psycho’s turn me into a demonic, sadistic beast! “Dear Master, You can take your thoughts me joining your twisted band of psychopaths, and Kiss my ass! I will be King however, I will do it the right way, I have no plan to turn into A sadistic demon-like my ancestor Abner! He and his deranged wife deserved to be assassinated! I will never be like that! Bathilda is a twisted psycho, and I have no interest in Being a part of any group that she is connected with!

I whispered, feeling my heart shatter because she was right. They will all choose her, I know that. Even though my father was the late Alpha and Grand Duke. Even though I was his rightful successor… Nothing beats having an heir—Adelia could give them that. “How could you do this to me?” Hot tears fell down my cheeks before I could stop them and I hated myself for it. “I've been nothing but good to you. I loved you in the same way I love my blood brother, Zayan. You never lacked anything—”

“Who said—“ Adrian stood up, leaned forward, and grabbed Clarisse’s jaw roughly. “If you’re not their blood... then you’re nothing more than a burden that they use and then discard. And I... might have to do the same.” His grip tightened. Clarisse began to tremble. Adrian smiled slightly— A very dangerous devil’s banquet. “You shouldn’t have provoked me.”