Dear Immortal Tyrant Novels & Stories

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.”

Late the next afternoon, I lay by the side of the indoor pool, basking in the warm glow that came from a night filled with amazing sex. One of the reasons I'd chosen the Dark Tower was their subterranean "grotto" with a pool, several small hot tubs and two bars all in a great facsimile of a natural cave. I saw a few other vamps among those lounging around, along with the occasional shifter or other immortal and a number of humans. Even the staff was mixed, which meant that if any of the furry or fanged patrons got out of line, there'd be someone who could deal with them. I kept hoping for a glimpse of Ty, but I hadn't seen him since he'd left my room with a smile and a kiss shortly before da

Terra stated as he patted the dust off his body. "As you said, you might have been toying with me before, and there's a really good possibility that your last attack wasn't your strongest attack that you could have used. I feel that you could have killed me with one move if you were serious from the start" Terra continued as he stood tall looking back at Tsarayu. "Good observations. By the way, are you sure that I am a human now?" Tsarayu smirked. "There is no doubt about it in my mind, you are a legendary human!" He said as he tried to find his spear on the ground and picked it up as soon as he found it.

That goddamn sorceress! It was months later after I was sent to hell when I find out how being a true immortal really felt like. That forsaken day I was captured by the creepy crawlers. It was Savaric's term for indicating them, he said their native name once, but the language was far too ancient for me to remember.

“Kid, don’t be too lax and think that you could easily sneak away after what you’ve done.” “Oi, if it’s not the old man whose face doesn’t age. So you’re still alive, Cisto?” Tyler tried to get up but he couldn’t. “Eh, when will you keep on pinning me down here with your low-class ability? Wait, if you try to argue about having your ability labeled as low-class, then why don’t you answer this question first: If you ain’t weak, why didn’t you become the vampire lord? Hahaha! If you could see your face right now, you’ll die laughi－” he wasn’t done with his tease when the elder gagged his mouth with an iron.

My Uncle Tristan says as he narrows his eyes, while he lets go of my Aunt Lyra moving to the edge of the circle just like my Uncle Bishop’s wolf, who was just waiting for his chance to get inside it and rip Tyler to pieces. “Well dear brother, I’m an immortal just like yourself, and not even death can hold me forever.” Tyler tells him with a smirk on his face, as my Uncle Bishop’s wolf leaves out a growl, knowing that he holds the power within him to eliminate a God, thinking he could easily do the same to an immortal.

One of them yelled, "Friends, we're envoys from the Immortals' League. We're bringing back a suspect under our Lord's orders. Please give way!" Someone from the other group replied, "Who cares? Leave him behind, and we'll spare your damned life! No, two lives!" This enraged the two envoys immensely. However, seeing as the group had the courage to look down on the Immortals' League, they were unlikely to be some ordinary demons or monsters. Thus, the envoys suppressed their rage and remained as courteous as possible. One of them said, "Please tell us your names!" "Listen well then. I'm the Great Immortal from Hell of the Corpse Refinery Sect!"

A figure rose to the sky and shouted, which made Earth warriors spit blood. As he spoke, he arrived before the battlefield. "Greetings, Elder Ancestor!" All of the people of the Immortals knelt. This was an elder with a haggard and ugly appearance. He looked like a dried corpse, yet the aura he emanated caused the others' divine souls to tremble. He was an Empyrean Immortal. He was even more terrifying than the Fifth Fiend Supremacy and the Third Blood Supremacy. No one expected such an old monster to appear.

Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals. Pietro walked to the hybrids, there’s something wrong on how he smiled, it’s sending chills down my spine. I brushed Whitney’s fur, I can hear her low growls. He went to the right... TL of hybrids and looked at me, and he opened his arms wide, with a sinister smile he spoke “Welcome , Samuel. We’re the Colossal. Half human half immortal." He places his hands on his waist , that sinister smile never leaves his lips. He continued," Whitney is also a colossal, you being her parent”

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.