The Tyrant's Beloved Empress Novels & Stories

The Emperor replied and left the tent. The Empress soon broke down, and tears began to fall. ‘My favorite son was humiliated on his wedding night, my two daughters were captured and now threatened with death if we don’t come up with the ransome, but it was already said that no matter what, my girls will be eliminated by my firstborn’s ambition, and top it all off, now he became a roaming idiot not able to get him to reconsider his plot. All of these situations happened when this Blake Elon arrived from the Upper World; it’s all his fault. I wish he could just die already.’ The Emperor, not knowing what the Empress was thinking, returned to the large gate and called out.

He didn’t forget to gloat over his antics punishing the empress for forgetting them. “Oh no… you are big trouble…” Emm shook her head after gloating for a minute. “I can bet you a million dollars that the Empress has already dobbed on you, and you are in big trouble with the demon emperor…” Emm continued with an all knowing expression. “Hymph!” Chris Jnr crossed his arms over his chest with a resentful expression ‘Little treasure was right… the empress would have already complained like a baby and the wife berserk demon is sure to take revenge…. His poor little bum!’

asked the demon who addressed the woman as “Empress.” “It doesn’t disrupt them too much, but I’m intrigued by that young demon. If possible, I’d like to test just how strong he is in bed!” the woman replied, her voice brimming with curiosity and lust. Hearing the words from the woman called the empress, all the high-ranking demons immediately looked at one another. The demon empress was both the lawful and first wife of the demon god, with whom she had one son—and that first son was the male demon sitting in the chair beside the empress. They knew the empress well; ever since the demon god had passed away, the empress had never shown any interest in other demons. What made the empress most f

She wanted to show everyone that she was free from any restraints of any kind. “I highly doubt that would happen, my lady,” Kirei giggled, knowing that such a thing was impossible to do now that their lady had the guardian spirits. “Pardon the intrusion, but please refrain from using that honorary to her majesty. She is now the rightful empress of the Draconian Empire,” mistress Moryana reprimands them, not being able to stay still after hearing how they called their ruler. Soraya and Kirei ended up looking at each other in shock. They gave each other a knowing look before facing the witch.

One of them sighed and mumbled, “It’s just another sign of tyranny.” “And we know how you cherished your wife so much. But, Your Majesty, this is not healthy. As an Emperor, your judgment can’t be clouded by sentimental feelings!” “Including how you treated certain people with favoritism, even though they made the bare minimum efforts for this Empire!” Ezekiel looked at them, seeing how smoothly and carefully they changed the topic while not completely withdrawing their accusation of tyranny. “And who is it?” Ezekiel asked. “Who is this favorite person of mine you mentioned?”

“She married someone richer, didn’t she? Someone who could give her what you couldn’t—class, prestige, actual love maybe?” I took a step forward. “Don’t test me, Cheryse.” She tilted her head, mock innocence in her eyes. “I’m just saying. Maybe it’s time you stop mourning your little ice queen and start appreciating the woman who stayed. Me.” “Tell me something, Caleb,” she murmured, stepping closer. “If you didn’t still love her… would she make you this angry?”

She held her arms out. Gwen bit her lip as she got up, closing the small distance as Matilda got up to her feet to hug the poor girl. “It must be so hard on you, my darling little pup. Life has been unfair to you for far too long now.” Maybe it was the lack of a mother or grandmother in her life, but every time a she-wolf of the pack hugged her, she tore up. “It’s been fourteen long years, Matilda. Whoever said it said it right. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.” She pulled away and chuckled, “Or in my case, heavy is the heart that houses the crowning flame.”

No struggle. The words echoed in the silence. He remembered her voice, thick with passion after a fight. "I am yours, Joric. Yours alone. I would die before I let another wolf lay a hand on me!" She had been so absolute, so fierce. Her eyes had burned with a fire that was his alone. But now… "She really said nothing?" Joric’s voice was almost a plea. "Not a word," Marta confirmed. "It was like… like she was ready for it."

But I had a feeling that Dante wasn't the type of person who would knock. When I opened the door, I realized that my prediction was right. Annie beamed at me. And she brought food. She was officially my favourite person in this book. We ate and chatted. Annie knew gossip related to the royal families. She would lower her voice whenever she talked about them. It was strange to hear the royal scandals from a young girl, but I needed information. "Basically, the empress wants her son to be the next emperor?" I probed. "Yes, but the fifth prince is young and his achievements barely match Prince Dante." She said to me, "However, Prince Dante is too cruel."

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!