Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter Novels & Stories

“The wombs couldn’t hold the magic. Women died - burned alive from within. And the few children that did live… they weren’t whole. One shattered an entire valley with her first scream.” Nyxar’s fists clenched at his sides. “But one survived,” Ekreth continued. “The last. Born in silence. Her mother was dead before she ever opened her eyes.” Lyra’s mouth felt dry. “And her father?” Ekreth looked at her. At Nyxar. “I was.” A breath. A beat. The world stilled. “That girl…” Lyra whispered. “She’s your daughter.” “Yes.” Her knees nearly gave out. Ekreth rose slowly from the log. He looked smaller now, somehow. Dimmed. As if the telling of it had hollowed him.

He looks away. “She needs you right now. She is being maltreated by my father. He found out that you are her son and he thinks she is working for you. I had been away from home for days and I don't know her fate. We had to act fast before things got out of hand. I will go back to the mansion and pretend I never met you” She crossed her legs. “You have to be more careful” he stared at her. “Sure” she smile. Eddie Wayne’s mansion

I had made up my mind to kill my father last night after Dante’s taunting words came back to me. /“Might as well not fight it, cuore mio, your father gave his blessing for me to ruin you.”/ I was going to be brave about it and take over from my father; his death would mean my ascension. Now I’ve become Queen of my father’s dynasty; a Mafia Queen with no idea how to rule. When I step into the blistering hot shower without even bothering to regulate the temperature, the resolve leaves my body and I drop to the floor. I feel myself shattering into a thousand little pieces while watching the blood wash from my skin. I truly have become a monster.

The clan leader leads us to the last cell and opens the door, “Prisoner, kneel in front of our King” She moves slowly and gets on her knees, “Please, your highness, have mercy!” I extend my claws, bend down and lift her chin with the tip of my claw, making her look at me, “Did you or were you going to give my daughter any type of mercy?” “No sir, Phoenix was mine until she got her little claws into him...” “Really? So she got her claws into him, did she? And why didn’t Phoenix make you his lover years before she could do that?”

he immediately knelt infront of her. Yin Yue calmed down. "I am the daughter of General Jiang Lin.Merely taking their lives is not enough for me.I want them to suffer ,I want them to have the taste of betrayal,I want to disclose their conspiracy to the world and I want to restore my father's and my family's honor"she said with determination. Wang Wei was really surprised for a moment .Yesterday,she was a little girl,frozen with fear and shock but today she is issuing orders as if she is a general in army.

“You take after your father.” “I take after my sister.” Greg retorted stubbornly. “And there is nothing that sister wants for you more than to live your life as a kid, with no care, duties, or responsibilities, as long as you can,” Caddie told him, holding him by his shoulders and slightly shaking him. “Because your sister didn’t get to do that. At all. She became a mother at eight years when you were born and your mother left us, and she became mother and Alpha to all of us at ten years.”

But as a leader whose authority came not from fear, but from clarity. Your dad would have been proud, I thought. The realization struck deep—sharp and warm all at once. He had believed in this pack. In fairness. In voices heard instead of buried. And they had failed him. But his daughter— She was correcting that failure with steady hands. As the sun fully claimed the sky, casting long shadows that no longer threatened, certainty settled into my bones. The bloodshed was over. The lies were buried. And what rose in their place was something far more dangerous to old tyrannies—

"She orchestrated my father's death. She manipulated him, weakened him, set him up to be slaughtered. So no, I don't feel guilt. I feel satisfaction." My breath catches. "Tyler—" "You asked for the truth." He cups my face with both hands. "This is who I am, April. I'm not my father. I won't make his mistakes. I won't be diplomatic. I won't trust people who smile while planning my death. And I won't hesitate when violence is the answer." "You're so certain that's the only answer." "Because it is. In our world, the strong survive and the weak become cautionary tales. My father was a good man and he died because of it. I'd rather be a monster and live."

I mean, why shouldn't they, the daughter of the tyrant, the inheritor of his cruelty? Their Luna-to-be by circumstance, not by choice.

“…You are a repulsive, disgusting monster, the torturer like your father. Isn’t fate a funny little thing? I will leave you to your thoughts. I have to prepare for the meeting with the Council of Elders. At least your daddy is finally getting ready to step down from the throne. Oh, speaking of which, you know, he is very worried about you. I have told him we found you in Nerzelis, being all feral and unhinged. I have said to him that you have tortured your mate and that we imprisoned you to get back to your senses. I have also told him that you killed his most faithful friends, Lazarus, Dimitri and Sergei, and almost killed me when Ezel awoke in you. And I said to him that after we found you