I Became The Tyrant's Servant Novels & Stories

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.

“Have one more dose. I’m sure your beloved tyrant of a mate would love to see you die a painfully slow death.” A hard kick rattled the cage loudly, and the grating sound exacerbated the ache in my head and sent me a strong wave of nausea. “Wake up! It’s no fun if I don’t see you try to suppress your screams.” He gave the cage another kick while he called me a bitch under his breath. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and as I looked at the ugly, burly man, I tried with all my might to make my gaze come across as a fiery and defiant glare.

I saw Silverwood burning, my pack torn apart, and myself standing alone in the ashes, wielding the Shadow Stone with an iron grip. “No!” I cried out, shaking my head. “This isn’t me! I’m not a tyrant!” The power inside me roared in response, rejecting my denial. It showed me more—visions of a future where I ruled with an iron fist, where fear and pain were the tools of my reign. I saw myself standing on a throne of bones, my eyes glowing with the same dark light as the Shadow Stone. “Embrace it, Sera,” a voice hissed in my ear, low and seductive. “This is who you are meant to be. This is your destiny.”

There is danger in the Tyrant's voice. "Forgive me Master, she tried to kill me as she did to the other men you sent—" "You're brave, you bumped into someone like her—" Regan uttered, The Tyrant smiled half and motioned to his secretary to hand over the punishment to the man. "I haven't been able to work out for a few days, I want a little fun right now" Regan exclaimed. The Tyrant's secretary threw an empty punching bag in front of the man "You choose, you become a Tyrant’s toy or you want to die right now."

Fear-borne, sure, but real. “Yes, Ian,” they said, voices small, raw. “We swear it. We vow to serve you. We’ll be your eyes, your ears, and your shadows. We’ll obey your every command till the end of Torguyl.” I turned to Ashval, my mind voice trembling with triumph. "We did it.” "You’re the king of manipulation," he said proudly. "This is power, Ian." I chuckled. “Oh, Ashy. This is just Act One.”

"Servants of Athena, hear me. I am Maximus, a symbol of defiance against the tyranny that shackles our city. The time for silent suffering has passed, and the night calls for a reckoning. Will you join me in this pursuit of freedom, or shall we remain bound by chains forged in silence?" The reaction was a mixture of fear, uncertainty, and a glimmer of hope that had long been extinguished within their hearts. Maximus, undeterred, continued to speak, weaving a narrative of liberation that stirred the dormant embers of resistance. Some hesitated, glancing nervously at their peers, while others nodded in silent agreement. In the moments that followed, Maximus and his allies found themselves surr

Yes, today should finally be a day that runs smoothly. ~~~~~ -LUCIFER- “Please, my King! Have mercy!” The demon servant begged on his knees before me. As it turns out, I’ll be killing two birds with one stone in this trip to the Citadel of Sorrows. The traitor in my palace and the demon cunt that sees herself fit to be a queen...what a laugh. “I don’t understand the lack of loyalty from you.” I say looking down at the servant in disgust. “You were compensated well for your work, your family taken care of and yet you still betray me and my Queen...for what?”

"I'm sorry. The laws of Tartarus were too strong. I was blocked... It's okay. You're safe now. No matter what you've become, I will still love you." Love me? I twitched my bleeding lips. I didn't even have the strength to sneer. My lifeless gaze seemed to sting her. Frantic, she took off her cloak, wrapped it around my shattered body, and carried me into the portal. A flash of light, and we arrived at the Temple of Asclepius in the Argos Order. Seeing my horrifying state, my comrades fell dead silent. Even these hardened warriors, men who wrestled mythical beasts for a living, had tears in their eyes.

Her knees buckled as her vision blurred. The Tyrant was analyzing her directly now. Her patterns, her anchor and even her very existence. “No…no…no,” she whispered. Her threads began to flicker. Quickly stabilizing. She instantly became predictable again. The worst possible outcome. The Tyrant’s eye pulsed at her. It now understood her. And once it understood, it could easily erase. But strangely, something inside her resisted and fought back relentlessly. The anchor flared violently. Not in control, but in defiance.

"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