I Became The Tyrant's Servant Novels & Stories

I could tell he still did not believe me, yet I played on with the game of a very weak, carefree servant. "Emily?" he repeated in his questioning tone. "I wasn't informed that I've hired new help." I shrugged, trying to appear almost apathetic. "I'm new, sir. I came today." His eyes remained fixed, trained on mine—expressionless. I felt him trying to decipher the questions, but I decided not to give it away. At least not yet. The urge to laugh began to build, and I tried so hard to press it out so that nothing showed on my face. "I—I don't know what you mean, sir," I stuttered, trying to play some confusion.

But now, as a werewolf of unparalleled strength, I had the power to challenge him, to uncover the truth hidden beneath his charming facade. The guards, sensing their impending defeat, pleaded for mercy. But I knew that the time for mercy had long passed. I had been unleashed, and I would no longer be a pawn in the Lycan King's game. With a mighty roar, I lunged at the guards, overpowering them effortlessly. They were no match for the unleashed fury that burned within me. As I stood amidst the defeated guards, I could feel the fire of rebellion burning in my soul. I would confront the Lycan King, demand answers, and reclaim my autonomy. I would no longer be a submissive pawn in his quest for

I stared at him, at the man whose bed I had shared, whose battles I had fought, whose survival had once been the only purpose of my own. He was using my family’s honor, my father’s sacred vow, to force me to kneel and sanctify my own replacement. “I understand,” I said, the words ashes. “Good.” He turned to leave, his silhouette once more the implacable ruler. “Remember this, Elena. You are not my enemy. You are my property. And property does not run.” He and his silent ghouls vanished into the night. I stood alone in the wrecked safe house. Cold air made my heart numb.

Viper was infuriating and tapke things for granted, but I could have known better than to blindly follow vipers words. I cringed. Bitter taste of bile, rising in my throat. As I remembered the deal with andrian. I couldn’t believe I had begged to practically be his servant. Andrian of all people. What have I gotten myself into?

At the foot of the dais, a woman in rags scrubbed the marble floor. She had matted hair and bruises on her arms. She kept her head down, terrified to look up. Slave Vespera. "Missed a spot," Emperor Lysander sneered. He kicked over a goblet of wine, watching the red liquid splash onto her clean floor. "Clean it up. And be grateful I let you live to serve me." Slave Vespera trembled. "Yes, Master." "I am a God!" Lysander shouted to the empty room, spreading his arms. "No one can stop me! Not the rebels! Not the Council! I own time itself!"

He said calmly. “You kidnapped me, starved me for days, and you expect me to worship you? Who do you think you are? I will sue…” He moved closer, faster than I could react, and covered my mouth. His sharp eyes looked in mine, like he could see my thoughts. “My name is Ian, but it must never be heard from your lips. As it stands, I am your lord.” Tbc…

“I’m the vanguard of a new movement. Fuck destiny. ‘I am the master of my fate! I am the captain of my soul!’” “What is she talking about?” I ask Pritchard. The swagger he came out of the bushes with has all but disappeared, replaced by a long-suffering tension. He shakes his head. "I don’t know half the time, man.” Nia rolls her eyes. “It’s from ‘Invictus?’ By William Ernest Henley? Everyone knows that one.” Pritchard looks at me and tilts his head. I shrug. I’ve never heard of him either.

And I, my eyes full of stars, had promised, "I'll wait for you." And I did. I waited for three years, only to be met with his betrayal. Now, on a similar rainy night, he was finally getting a taste of what it felt like to be abandoned. Inside the carriage, Torin draped a coat over my shoulders. "It's over," he said. "Yes," I said, leaning against his chest. "It's finally over." The rain outside fell harder. Back in the hall, a man sat on the floor, staring up at the sky.

The man who bought me for five hundred million dollars wasn’t just rich. He was powerful. Victor placed his hand on my shoulder. Warm. Heavy. “Starting today,” he said quietly, “you will live in this mansion.” I looked up at the magnificent building—marble walls, towering pillars, enormous gleaming windows. It looked like a palace. But even a palace is still a prison if you can’t go home. In my heart, I made a promise to Mom— I will endure. I will wait patiently while I search for a way to escape. And when Mom comes… I will run with her.

Murad's eyes burned with a ruthless fire as he pushed Severus back, forcing him to his knees. "I am your king!" Murad thundered, his voice echoing through the chamber. "You will obey my commands without question!" Severus, panting heavily, stared up at Murad, his eyes unwavering. "A true leader listens to reason, my king. This war will only bring destruction upon our pack. I cannot stand by and watch our people suffer needlessly." With a sudden surge of strength, Severus broke free from Murad's grip, rolling to his feet. His expression was resolute. "Your reign as a tyrant will soon be over. I will not allow you to lead our pack to its ruin."