The Tyrant's Beloved Empress Novels & Stories

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

The other part screamed at me to run as far and as fast as I could, even if my broken body refused to move. It pulled and repelled me at the same time, like standing at the edge of a cliff with the overwhelming urge to both step forward and scramble back to safety. ​"Her body is still in deep shock," the second man pleaded. His voice was trembling so hard I could hear his teeth clicking. "The trauma to her system was extensive, Your Majesty." Your Majesty? There was only one man in the entire werewolf realm who was addressed that way. The ruler who sat upon the throne. The immortal king whose name was whispered in fear by every pack.

My heart twisted so painfully that I could barely breathe. All I could do was reach out and hold Mother's ice-cold fingers as tightly as my small hands could manage. A flash of embarrassment crossed Cedric's face, but it was quickly swallowed by anger. "So what? Would you have me give up the woman I truly love for the sake of some arranged marriage? Even the Emperor himself defied every advisor in his court to keep his heart devoted solely to the Empress. How is it wrong for me to do the same?

Guess, this was not one where her messenger ability was being used. When the moon meets the dark son A new lease of power will be undone. Sin and pain will birth another blessed one. First, Lycan will be the tyrant known to all and one. Battle for power would have just begun. The onus of the balance would be on the first blessed ones. For only blood, and the blood sacrifice of the first ones Would keep the world safe for everyone. Born from darkness and light would be another one. Promised to the Tyrant, she will be his mate and loved one.

David replied coldly. David spoke as he thought. Spencer’s expression turned increasingly dark. He had been the Emperor of the Great Quinn Empire for many years, superior to everyone. All who met him showed him the greatest respect. This was the first time someone had called him a tyrant to his face. “You… Are… Calling… Me… A… Tyrant?” Spencer sputtered those words slowly. He stared at David.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.

He smiled down at me, a look of kindness in his eyes. “Violet,” he said softly. “Come with me. I have something to show you.” He led me through the halls of the palace, and I gasped in wonder at the beauty that surrounded me. I took in every detail, from the polished marble floors to the intricate tapestries on the walls. At last, we reached a door at the end of a long hallway. The Alpha opened it, revealing a room filled with the most beautiful things I had ever seen. The walls were lined with deep red velvet curtains, and the floor was covered in a thick rug.

Their story became a legendary tale of a monarch and queen who led with compassion, inspired greatness, and brought everlasting happiness to their people. And they lived happily ever after, their legacy etched in the hearts and minds of generations to come. The tale of King Dexter, Queen Maya, and their remarkable reign would be recounted with reverence and admiration, a testament to the enduring power of love, unity, and the profound impact of true leadership. THE END OF THE TYRANT KING'S QUEEN.