Amina Tyrone Novels & Stories

He jumps up “Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see this little spitfire that has you all bent out of shape” He laughs “Wait, what's her name did you find out?” I look up at my over excited Beta knowing he will love this, us both growing up with the Gods. “Enyo” Trent clapped his hands and started laughing. “Our Luna is named after the Goddess of war, hell should I call you Aires?” I throw my cushion at him, us both laughing proper belly laughing.

I rolled my eyes and sat on the sofa, crossing my arms while looking at him. "So, can I know who you are first?" Tyrone stood up and stretched his arm for the handshake, but Jaxon didn't do the same, I don't know if he doesn't like Tyrone or because of what we did earlier. Tyrone moved back his hand, cleared his throat and sit on his chair to avoid the surrounding awkwardness. "I'm Tyrone Doculvich, son of Paul Doculvich. My father asked to get here to propose you our business plans and information about the AI technology that we want to be part of your company." He explained.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

"He's ten years old, and you treat him like he's diseased. He just wanted a friend!’ I slammed my hand down on the table with enough force to shatter the solid wood. The table split in half and plates crashed to the floor. My canines had descended fully, my voice dropping to a guttural growl that made everyone around me drop to their knees. Everyone except Irene. She stood there, terrified but refusing to kneel, and that alone made my fury spike higher. I closed the distance between us in three long strides and wrapped my hand around her throat, lifting her slightly off the ground. "Let me be very clear about something," I said, each word a growl. "You are a breeder and your purpose is to ca

"I'd rather die than destroy all I've worked for. So you better kill me and make it quick, you son of a nobody..." And that triggered him. Trevor snarled. His eyes narrowed and flashed a golden color flecked with red. He spread his hands, clawing out, and stormed towards a distraught Doctor Greg. Trevor gripped his neck, tightening his hands around it before slapping his chest. Doctor Greg choked and coughed. "K-Kill me..." "Stop it!" Kira yelled. She rushed towards Trevor, ramming into him with her petite frame. Luckily, she was able to get his attention, but he didn't seem as though he could stop what he was doing.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

"What are you doing out here?" Torin? The Silvermoon Alpha who never got involved in pack politics? Torin didn’t even break his stride. "Picking up my mate," he said flatly. "Mate?" Joric raised an eyebrow. His searching gaze landed on Torin's back. "It's just... your mate seems a little shy to show her face?" he asked, staring suspiciously at my back. My heart jumped into my throat. An Alpha's sense of smell is razor-sharp. One more step, and he would definitely catch my scent.

She screamed and pushed me a little to walk ahead of me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I had to cool down. Anger was going to make me weak. I needed the aggression and determination for the actual competition. I had another reason to give my best. To show Ava that blood wasn't only factor in deciding who gets to the powerful position. Outside the ladies's chamber, our mates were waiting for us. Alpha Tyrion looked so devilishly handsome in his silver blue armour and a huge sword. He took my hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of my palm.

The Astral sneered, dismissing Tyron. “Is that so? We’ll see who the real ant is soon enough!” Tyron’s rage flared. His sword, glowing with blue and golden light and enhanced by the formation’s power, looked exceptionally fearsome and formidable.