The Dead Lover Returns As A Tyrant Novels & Stories

Elbert made no move to stop her this time. •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• The room was dark, but the soul who lay on the bed without sleeping was burning up with fire in his lions. Darius was trying to quench the flame that the Luna’s daughter had ignited in him. She had been so beautiful, and heavenly. He shouldn’t think about her because she was a werewolf, and the problems they had were still there. But, still, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see her, touch her and love her.

The man asked again. "It's just a one time business deal with that company. And it only lasted for today." The butler replied. "Is that so?" The man muttered. His steel blue eyes seemed to radiate a mysterious faint light This man with steel blue eyes was Ethan Delacroix. The heir of the billionaire empire.

Tyrant asked, he was confused about what I had decided to do. “No. I will drug her. Daniel is going to help me. I will drug her and sleep with her.” I sighed. Tyrant chuckled. “You speak like a pschopath. First off you left her to attend to family issues, now you wanna get her pregnant? You've got to be joking.” “No, god, Tyrant you are not getting the point. I love her. I love her so much, I can't imagine another man getting his hands on her and do you think she would wanna open up to another man?”

The kiss was deep, possessive, and filled with territorial claims as if declaring to the world that of all the Vanguard's boundless riches, the most valuable treasure was this woman's breath. Chloe returned the kiss, squeezing Alexander's dark hair, letting his ice walls melt under the Shadow King's warmth. Only in this bed, the two most terrifying tyrants in the world can throw off their cloak of cruelty, turning into a pair of lovers burned by an unwritten oath of loyalty. Their love is not defined by mortal tenderness, but rather by the promise that they will burn down half the world if either of them gets hurt. In the midst of the heated breathing, the tactical cell phone on the nightsta

"Dead or alive, father or ghost, it changes nothing on our layout. We didn't crawl out of the mud, liquidate the high city's central spires, and slaughter the Cross bloodline just to bend our knees to an old man sitting on a throne across the wastes. If he built the loop to test you, then we’re going to ride this titan fortress straight into his capital and tear his architecture down around his ears." ​Vivian looked up into his savage, unyielding gray eyes, and the temporary shock inside her heart instantly crystallized into a cold, terrifyingly absolute strategic brilliance. A ruthless, brilliant smile pulled at her lips as she leaned into his solid chest, the sheer satisfaction of total so

A great terror rules these lands, a terror by the name of Lennox Steele, Son of late Alpha Steele, Alpha to the Dark moon pack. After usurping his father’s throne at the age of 15, he became a tyrant that all men feared. The young master took it upon himself to waste these lands and kill ehatever stood in his way. His mother was banished from the pack for infedelitu, sent to roam the earth as a weeping woman. When he was 18, the moon goddess blessed him with a mate, who he saw as a weakness, so he killed her.

Marco had completely lost his mind. Only then did he realize that the woman beside him in bed had always been death itself, dressed as revenge. Every victory he thought he had won was nothing more than a step I laid for him on the staircase to hell. He had been trapped in a losing game from the very beginning, yet he never saw it. Towering hatred briefly suppressed his madness, and his only goal was no longer money or power. He wanted to drag me, and the unborn child, straight down to hell with him.

His voice was laced with disdain and satisfaction, and I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil. As the darkness closed in around me, I realized that I was at the mercy of a monster, and my life was slipping away with each passing moment. "A second chance, please... that's all I ask," I whispered, my voice barely audible as my life force ebbed away. I prayed fervently, hoping against hope that fate would grant me a reprieve, a chance to be reborn and start anew. As I closed my eyes, surrendering to the darkness, I felt my racing heartbeat slow to a faint flutter. My vision blurred, but I could still see Kelvin's malevolent gaze, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched me succumb

I stormed over to him and King slashed his chest exposing his intestines, he was bleeding out because of the spell, Drax walked over after changing back to his human form and tied his intestines in a bow saying, "You need to look good for your burial." He looked at him as his heart rate was fading and said, "Lora was such a good fuck," and Drax rip his throat out as the blood spilled. I changed back to my human form as he looked at me and linked me saying, "I'm sorry, Aidan," looking remorseful finally before I pulled his heart out, Ty and Drax howled in victory followed by all wolves and the others cheering. I ripped his head off to make sure he stayed dead, held it high, and told the Kingd

And Edwin's game stopped on that note, leaving the two lovers of prophecy entwined and exhausted in bed. The rain continued its concert, pleasing its guests. Meanwhile, in Alicia's room, the envoy and Tyler were talking to Karmen. "With this body, you will soon regain all your strength." "Yes, and once that's done, I'll open the door to the abyss, and we'll take over the human world. The five cardinals are impatient for my return. But first, you must eliminate the lovers of destiny." This order left the envoy questioning, which he quickly expressed, "Do you think they pose a real threat to us?"