I Became The Tyrant's Servant Novels & Stories

Luna, as Alex's sentence. It seemed that Daisy had understood about it. She quietly and obediently said: "From today on, I know who my master is, I only ask for your forgiveness. Please ignore my mistakes."

The black asked, and queen Isle sprang to her feet on hearing about her *NIGHTMARE* "He won't!" Queen Isle uttered in her vicious voice. "I promise you, I will keep on serving the temple more thoroughly than before, okay? I can't afford to let that bastard off my hook after long years now that I have been serving the temple just because of him,” Queen Isle let out. She maliciously clenched her fist, her eyes dimming deeply at the witch. "Hmm, good!" The black witch nods at her, and she began to walk towards the window.

Just as the High Priest was about to announce me as the Luna Queen, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hall, cutting through the solemnity like a knife. A young servant, his face pale and eyes wide with a mix of fear and resolve, stumbled into the center of the room. The crowd murmured in surprise, their attention shifting to the unexpected intruder. My brows arched as I waited for him to say what he wanted. He could be a victim of the plague from smaller villages who needs our help— “My king!” the servant called out, his voice trembling but loud enough to be heard by all. “I beg your forgiveness, but I cannot stay silent any longer.”

He said only if I had revenge for his death and mine would I prove to him that I was ready to be the next alpha. I nodded as I hugged him for the last time and then opened my eyes to my reality. As I opened my eyes, I saw that I was chained to a wall. Lucas was staring at me and so was his Alpha, Solomon. Solomon spoke first. "I see you've regained your memory. What will happen now?" I shifted my gaze from Lucas to him. "This is the part where I send you to my father…. " I said as I tore the chains apart and lunged toward him.

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

Then, she docilely rubbed her face against my legs. As I felt the cloying softness against my leg, a flicker of confusion flashed through my drowsy mind. Then, I looked down and saw that Vivian's delicate fingers bore a few scratches. Yet, they remained graceful as she docilely reached for my belt. At the soft click of the belt buckle, I sobered up instantly. Shoving her hand away, I frowned and demanded, "Look closely—I'm not your master. I'm Isaac." Given Vivian's usual temper, she definitely wouldn't have tolerated being shaken off. She might've even stood up and slapped me, cursing me out for being an idiot.

His cold eyes met mine as he took me in. I held his eyes and silently pleaded with him as I was forced into the room. He turned away dismissively. “Our last meeting, it seemed like all of you got the wrong impression that I was on the side of the slave. I prepared this feast to appease all of you,” Alejandro announced. “Tonight, she'll be serving all of you like the slave she is and she'll be treated accordingly the way she's supposed to be treated. A tyrant's daughter” My heart sunk.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

Unparalleled in strength to all and none. Only twice would he be outrun. Saved by the blood of a first blessed one He will be important for a greater war to be won. His ultimate redemption would be a red one. She will light the spark for the war to come. Keeping the beast from being undone Promised to the Tyrant, she will be the one I had not even finished reading the scarp of paper aloud, when I sob escaped Stray's mouth. "I am sorry, this is all happening because of me." She said in between those sobs, as she ran up the stairs.

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.