A Villain Is A Good Match For A Tyrant Novels & Stories

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

This time, Matt did not say anything because he too agreed with Gamma. The two wolves looked over at their Alpha who sat there, completely unbothered by what Davin had just said. “Who says there is going to be a fight?” Arrogance oozed through every letter of his words. “She is weak, I will give you that.” Davin was talking logically now. He knew that if he tried to assert that he was right, it would ryb the egoistic wolf the wrong way. “But if there is one thing I understood from the day you rejected her at the were-council meeting, it is that she is proud and she is stubborn. There is no way she is going to bow down in front of you without a fight, especially not when she has the advantage

Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a powerful Lycan King named Alpha Jerri Bullet. He was feared by all, for his cruelty and merciless ways knew no bounds. Jerri was known to enslave humans and werewolves alike, using them for his pleasure and as soldiers in his army. Under his reign, the land had become a place of fear and oppression. But despite his tyranny, there were those who still dared to resist him. Those who were ready to go down, and be totally free from his torments.

It was the resolve to pursue the harder path that impressed them. “If only they hadn’t killed our men, they would have become worthy allies.” Thor lamented. He was referring to the situation that led to Tyr’s assault on the vampires. His words were unhidden, so the vampires heard it all. Vlad smiled bitterly when he felt Lilith’s killing intent centred on him.

“You were right before, telling me to take the shot.” His sadness over the deaths completely confuses me. If he’s a tyrant, shouldn’t he be celebrating? Wiley’s smirk is gone. “I just know how they are,” he mumbles. “You can’t reason with them.” “You’ve tried before?” “Of course. I hate bloodshed when there’s another choice.” Even tyrants have a code, I think. They look out for their own self-interest. If they kill too many people or cause needless suffering, they risk an uprising. They have to be strategic.

"Go find someone to foment dissension amongst Revry's three sons after the two families. Make them kill each other for the title of Viscount. They must have had planned to act but simply needed a shove." "Don't be concerned, Master. I will undoubtedly cause havoc in the Cloudmantle household." Solan responded with a smug expression. "I'll show up when things spiral out of control and tidy up the mess like an angel from heaven. Rui will gladly join my side." "Master, you resemble the devil!" "You have to understand one thing, even though I am a villain right now because of what I am doing, we are not brainless." I burst out laughing. I'd seen a lot of villains, but they all had one thing in c

’ Daaaaaaaamn. And the fact that this was what Connor would most probably look like in 30 years? Not bad. Not bad at all. But there was a problem. Like Tywin Lannister and the other villains Dance has played, this guy embodied the worst possible qualities: The arrogance. The coldness. The total lack of empathy and kindness. He looked exactly like someone who would crush his kid’s dreams to teach him some sort of effed up lesson about ‘the real world.’ And then would go to work and destroy real people and real lives to add another $100 million to his bank account.

"The woman from the lower veins has tamed the sovereign beasts. Today, she takes the eastern valleys; tomorrow, she will chain the winds themselves, and your mountain tribes will be forced to bow as slaves to her new empire. She is not a savior—she is a tyrant in the making." ​The chieftain of the western mountain clan, a scarred warrior named Kaelen, gripped his heavy battle-axe tightly, his eyes narrowing with bitter resentment. "No one chains the mountain wind," Kaelen growled, his voice deep and menacing. "If she comes for our skies, she meets our steel." ​Vlad smiled inwardly, concealing his malicious satisfaction beneath a mask of somber concern. His plan was falling into place.

Now he smirked, hands resting on the railing as he looked down at me as if he were some sort of higher being. "We'll see for how long." I boredly spoke. "What?" He frowned. "She comes back to you unwillingly, but she's with me willingly. Which one do you think is better?... Let me be so kind as to remind you, Mr Kingston, that the villain's never win in a story." "If I'm the villain, then what does that make you? The knight in shining armour?" He scoffed. "I'll be the knight in shining armour if she wants me to be the knight in shining armour. I'll be whatever she wants me to be, even the supportive little animal friend; As long as she's happy. That is the difference between you and I."

Avery heaved guiltily. "I should have understood it right then... When he was not fighting back. Tyler is no less than you if not more. You both are equal in terms of strength and power. I would say you both are two kings with same fierce traits with a slightly different exterior. While you are a little aggressive on the outside, Tyler is gentle, which makes him different from you. But still, you two are alike."