Dear Immortal Tyrant Mga Nobela at Kwento

Shame swelled in my chest as dread swirled in the pit of my stomach. “They wouldn’t dare attack so brazenly,” I replied, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince Zuleika or myself. “They will be making an enemy out of the Alfieros, who are the greatest and strongest allies of humans since before, if they try to openly and directly attack our home.”

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

“Because my brain couldn’t make up anything original. Elias. Tyrant Elias. Captive Elias. Of course the real one has the same name. Life’s hilarious like that.” He tilts his head. “Tyrant? Captive bride? What are you talking about?” I take a deep breath and it feels like my ribs complain about it. “I had this long dream. Or coma dream or whatever. You… well the dream you kidnapped me or something. Made me marry him. I got pregnant. There was school and a guy named Yuto and this girl Lauren taking pictures and Ryan whose girlfriend got killed. It was all so real. I pushed out a baby and he died and then you tried to strangle me and then a mental hospital and jumping off a bridge kissing while

A beat passed before I asked, “Can you tell me about Luciano?” “Tyrant Luciano Zarkov,” she answered immediately. A faint pause crossed me. “Are you correcting how I address my mate?” Her eyes snapped up, startled—then wary. I let the silence stretch just long enough to feel it. Then I laughed lightly. “I’m teasing you. Now… tell me.” She exhaled, tension loosening just slightly. “Of course. Tyrant Luciano was a rogue—said to be equal to gods in strength, intelligence, and brutality. Most importantly, he is believed to embody karma itself.”

“You’ve all been hiding here for what, five years? Especially you, Cassara and you, Liora Junior. In this dusty-ass, bat-infested temple waiting for this moment?” I snorted and laughed again, shaking my head. “That’s honestly pathetic.” “What’s pathetic,” Cassara snapped, rising from her throne, “is that you and your pathetic family will die here, while we rise immortal and powerful.” “Ohhh,” I dragged out the word mockingly, squinting as if trying to solve a riddle. “And who exactly is going to be immortal? All of you? Like all hundred-plus of your little cult here?” I swept my gaze over the crowd of red-hooded fools.

Immortal Cravings Part 1-Temptation If there was ever a time to be worried about my safety, it was now. This very moment. Sneaking through the factories. Hunting creatures which shouldn’t exist. Persona Sanguinis. Person of the Blood. Vampires. Well, one kind specificlly. Sanguinis Perfide. Traitor of the blood. Somewhere on this dock, in this seething scent of fish, rubbish and motor oil, was a rogue vampire. A rogue which my boss wanted dead.

Imperious peeked through a crack in the door and marveled, "He's an undead beast! Incredible!" Chad followed and looked at Michael's state through the crack. The black energy enveloping him was visible to the naked eye, leaving only his head untouched. Imperious turned to Chad. "How about leaving this to me? In return, the Evergrow in him will be mine. Deal?" Chad asked, puzzled, "Are you confident?" Imperious smiled proudly. "We Weasel Immortals are the ancestors of sorcery and unorthodox methods. There are some things that only we can handle."

Had inflation become that bad? In fact, he had killed many Immortal Monarchs during that period. A Heavenly Immortal was truly inadequate, and he was not considered a hero for killing an Immortal Monarch. Thus, destroying a Heavenly Immortal would be a reversal of fortune in the real world. ‘Just wait! The omnipotent path of the Heavenly Emperor, Alex Rockefeller, has just begun!’ “Who are you?” The one who spoke wasn’t Sion, but Alex, the Divine Heir of Olympus. He rushed over

"I-I apologise! Please spare my life!" The nobleman quickly bowed his head in humility, and Valac simply averted his gaze away from him, finding the nobleman unpleasant. (Now that brother Azazel has slaughtered so many houses, this rat worshipped my feet and told me that I am the only one who can rescue the Empire.) Valac gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the document. (Not long ago, you were all disgusted by me and praising Drystan even more... fucking bastards who don't know their place!)

"How dare you attack the Immortal Path... Aren't you afraid that we'll annihilate you right now!" "You're just an ant from the Lower Realms. How dare you set your eyes on the Immortal Path and attack it.... Good, good, good! That's great!" "If I don't kill you today, I won't be able to vent the hatred in my heart!" "You ant, like dust, not only disrespect our Immortal, but also dare to resist. I think you want to die!" "Since you want to die, I'll send you to die!" The Immortals who appeared here were all angry and crazy.