The Tyrant's Beloved Empress Novels & Stories

Aurora answered more bravely than she felt. At last Turpilius approached the throne. He kissed her hand and boldly looked her in the eye. "It is a shame I have not had the pleasure of meeting Your Majesty before," the lord feigned his concern. Those who could hear turned to watch the scene. Turpilius's green-hazel eyes resembled a snake, and the new empress struggled to hold his gaze.

I could vividly recall her perfectly symmetrical face, her soft brown eyes, her heart-shaped lips, and her shiny blonde hair that almost looked like silver gossamer spun from the light of the moon itself… Matching such looks with her reputation of being a very smart and kind woman who founded her own booming empire of winery, there was no way a single man could ever turn her down. Unless, of course, he was a lesser man who couldn’t take a great woman. Or he was a man whose heart belonged to someone else. As for Gallahan’s case, it was obviously the latter. While he was physically bonded to me for the sake of our children, he had also found a chosen mate in Miss Banfey.

Rather than lose your chance at a new, possibly great life, wasn’t it better to just let go? “Yeah, of course, just like your contract, we show it to them and have them sign it before anything. Look, Dina, the Empress isn’t a tyrant who doesn’t give a shit about her creations, she adores every single one of them and although life might sometime be so bad you question this theory, it’ll forever be something incorrigible,” Mrs. Katlyn fawned.

Yusria swallowed and straightened her posture, her violet eyes exuding determination as she stared straight into the Emperor's sapphire orbs. "However, as a living being, I have my own values and principles. One of those values is that I will not snatch another woman's man and neither will I share my man with another woman. Unfortunately, Your Majesty, not only are you another woman's man, but you are also planning to accept the said woman as your second wife. Such a grievance, my fragile heart won't be able to handle it. As such, I am sorry, but I can't be your Empress. You are not my ideal husband."

“So, how was the experience?” “It was fine. A bit exhausting, but everything turned out well. The Emperors have found their soulmate, and she’s already expecting. I didn’t think the Empress would get pregnant so fast. Her heat had quite an effect.” “Ohhh, so she went into heat. Well, I’m not surprised she got pregnant right away. She’s really nice, by the way. But I really felt sorry for her earlier at the terminal. She looked so lost and alone because everyone thought she had parasites.”

mocked "Should not the temple be a refuge for those who do not wish to live under the orders of a tyrannical sovereign?" That incredible pair of eyes analyzed me. "Someone like our "father"?" "Someone like our emperor who insists on calling himself king." She snitched. "He’s not a tyrant. Callisto would never become someone like that phony god." I let out a low, snitchy laugh. "Of course, of course... how could the man who condemned humanity to a dark world and almost impossible to survive... be coldly called a tyrant?" I teased her in the corner of my eye, but Anneliese didn’t seem too happy about it.

"Her majesty by old, your soul must be old because your charisma surpasses time but you look like a fairy." The generals never had the heart to flatter any woman as such, not even their wives but when the empress looked at them with an eerie look in her eye as if she would hang anyone who said otherwise there were so many praises that Icarus who was listening pulled the female back and closed the window with a bang. "You are young! Very young! I must be in prison to have married you!" The pink-eyed female was crushed to the strong chest and could not break free.

"I don't know the truth of twenty years ago, Elena. But I know the truth of today. I am here. I am bleeding with you. And I will burn the world down to keep you safe—even if I have to burn my own father’s legacy to do it." In the distance, the gala music continued to play, a jaunty, upbeat tune that felt like a mockery of the tragedy unfolding in the heart of the Spire. The Empress had her crown, and she had her King, but the foundation of her empire was made of ash and lies. Elena stood up, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her blood-stained hand. The "Ice Queen" was gone. In her place was a woman who had nothing left to lose but her son.

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."