Heavenly Tyrant Novels & Stories

Stephanie couldn’t believe that the person who managed to destroy her soul and mind in one night, had returned to her life to torment her again. And he was engaged with… Amber Young. That was a first since Nathaniel Grant Stevens wasn’t that kind of man. His hate towards women was legendary. He was the most selfish person on the face of the Earth, the most dangerous, the absolute worst. He was the devil reincarnated. Undoubtedly, he was up to something... but what was it? Who was he trying to hurt? Was it just her or Billy too? If something happened to Billy, she... she wouldn’t be able to live with herself.

, Rowen said coldly. Adrian smiled “Let us see if your speech is convincing enough” “How did you get your hands on that!” Rowen questioned bewildered. “I am a Grey, I can find out anything”, Adrian responded authoritatively. “It indeed is a Pandora's box, if released into the world, pandemonium will break loose”, Rowen said in awe. “I do plan to stay tight-lipped as long as you conform to my simple demands”, Adrian shot back. “There is more?” Rowen asked, stunned.

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

Gamma Tyrell (Ty) Cloudwater is a loyal footsoldier to King Aidan, he was killed along with Drax and Aidan in a coup by their best friend and blood-brother over a thousand years ago. These events led to him being reborn as one of the most powerful Supreme Beings with Aidan and Drax. Their mission is to keep the supernatural in line to maintain peace. On his journey expanding from revenge to love, he had to make a sacrifice to kill an evil entity, one he will regret or will he?

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.”

They will be ashamed of it themselves, and they know it's wrong, and it's them who should be ashamed, never me! "Hirr..." I don't know what else he was going to say, but that doesn't even matter. *Ah! You're MINE!* with Alejandro's possessive growl in the video, I finally mustered up the courage to make the vow of rejection... "I, Hirre Monreal, future Alpha of Tyranny Pack, reject you, Alejandro Lionheart, as my mate." "No! Hirrie, how dare you!" Alejandro ran at me in a rage, and he tried to strangle me. But soon, someone appeared to stop him, it was Tyranny's beta.

“He has many. You’re just another warm body in his collection. You’re not the Luna of Nightreign. You’re simply the newest whore in the Alpha’s personal brothel.” Kaela had never allowed herself to dream of being anyone important. Girls like Vivienne had chased the title of Luna. Kaela had only ever wanted someone who might one day look at her and choose to stay. The Moon Goddess had given her Ronan Kingsley instead—a man who had taken the sacred bond and diluted it with chosen marks on other women’s necks.

Dear lovely readers, We’re nearing the final chapters of The Tyrant’s Baby. It’s been an incredible journey bringing this story to life, and I’m so grateful for your support, love, and patience along the way. Stay tuned as we uncover the last twist, turn, and heartfelt moments in Selene and Alaric’s story. Thank you for being part of this adventure! With love, Yña Banana 🌙