Infernal Tyrant 3 Novels & Stories

“Do not need a test yet. I know your body. I know when you are fertile. You are dripping even now, are you not? Wet for me. Ready to take every drop.” He is right. I am wet. I hate myself for it, but yes. My traitorous cunt clenches at the sound of his voice. I arch just enough to rub against him. Not because I want to. But because I know it will make him lose his mind faster. “Fine,” I mutter. “Finalize it then. Fuck me stupid one last time. Get it over with.” His eyes darken. “That is my girl.”

The entire world appeared to be frozen at this precise moment. Tyr’s thoughts were drawn once more into the chaotic world. Inside that chaotic world, Tyr was suspended in the air like the God that created this world. There were two books suspended above Tyr’s head. One of them was golden in color. It was the Song of the Empire that helped Tyr refine his tyrannical vitality energy. The other book was in blood red, and it was the Souleater Grimoire.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

“You’ll find out later. But let’s just say—I want one door to remain open.” Adrian ended the call without a promise. Lucian looked at him sharply. “You haven’t really considered—“ “I’ve considered every option,” Adrian interrupted. “Including the most dangerous ones.” Outside, the snowstorm was reaching its peak, as if signaling that the underworld was about to change form. ** Meanwhile, at Elysian Estate, the winter atmosphere was more peaceful.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

Broad. Wrapped in black and steel. His presence alone distorted the air; like standing before a storm. No. Worse. Like standing before something that did not need to prove its strength. Because it already knew. Ragnar Dravenhart. The Blood Tyrant. His gaze landed on me. Sharp. Cold. Unforgiving. Time seemed to still. For a moment…nothing existed but that gaze. Heavy. Pressing. Demanding submission. My body reacted instantly. My knees trembled and my breath hitched.

“So tight. So wet. Taking every inch like you were made for this.” Kaela couldn’t tell if she was chasing the next orgasm or trying to escape it. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him, dragging another deep groan from his chest. The climax built like a tidal wave—unstoppable, terrifying in its intensity. Without warning he sank his fangs back into the mark. The world detonated.

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

“What is he doing here? With that look….is he still annoyed about what occurred on his engagement eve? He shouldn't be jealous when he couldn't even find me to attend his engagement party. I wasn't there due to what Kiah did to my clothes and I didn't hear from Alpha Prince Kelvin too. The class was as quiet as a graveyard as he walked deeper into the class and to my seat. He glared at the three guys before my seat and sneered. “Even after knowing who her lover is, you still have the audacity to raise your filthy hands on her?” They glanced at each other. “She got seated before the Alphas, and that's not right….” “What's so special about an Alpha? She was a beta, or don't you know that?” Tyr

Not unless it was for a claiming ceremony. The rumors about Giselle were a smokescreen. A story I crafted so I could walk through the one door in the entire North that I needed to open. The night of the Blood Moon finally came. Torin led his men into the quarters, heading straight for the third row, seventh room. The moment he pushed the door open, a scent hit him. It was an indescribable aroma—delicate and sweet, yet tinged with a hint of bitterness. Most importantly, it was a scent that made his own wolf spirit tremble.