Baby Tyrant Manhwa Novels & Stories

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

Damn it. “How bold of him to look at me like that.” I smirked. The starting price appeared: one hundred million dollars. Expensive even for the most powerful conglomerates. But for me, it was cheap. They praised the boy, explaining the high base price: exceptional intelligence, a healthy body, maximum organ compatibility, trainability from an early age. Everything that made him the perfect tool for a filthy world like this. To me, the numbers were just figures and statistics. Perfectly reasonable for a hidden diamond like him.

His eyes were like twin crimson voids of oblivion burning with an insatiable, all-devouring wrath the likes of which could unmake entire realms. Right above him were huge, scaly wings that covered the entire sky and beat the air with unhurried motions. A long, serpent-like neck arched forward with sinuous grace, supporting a head larger than a city block. Meredith's immortal heart seemed to stutter in her chest and the blood in her veins turned to ice as she stared at the terrifying visage of the beast. This was no ordinary monster, no mere demon or supernatural entity that could be banished with the right incantation or mystical weapon.

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

She had probably never thought she would end up in such a state. Boom! Breena Davey decisively chose to self-destruct. It was the Tyrant King’s first time battling with a human cultivator in the universe after three millennia. It got too excited, and forgot that human cultivators often loved self-destruction. In an instant, its face was covered in grime, and its palm turned bloody from the explosion. “Motherf**cker! I forgot these ants love blowing themselves up the most!” The Tyrant King, whose hand was injured from the explosion, gritted its teeth in pain and stomped its foot furiously. “Kill! Kill all the ants here and raze this place to the ground!”

He then threw the butt on the ground and stomped it with his foot. “So, this is your decision. Hahahahahahahaha.” Tyr had gone crazy and began to laugh maniacally as though he were a madman. That was when his cell phone rang for the second time. Tyr did not even bother to look at the phone’s caller ID before pressing the answer button and calling out the other party’s name, “War Emperor!” There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line before War Emperor finally spoke, “Tyr Summers, the one you’ve captured is the young master of the number one gentry of the north.

We took the bus to her shared apartment, and the moment we were inside her room, I threw my bag onto the floor and sat down on the chair behind the study desk. Jess’ room was pleasantly neat and tidy, with stacks of textbooks, and of course, BL manga and light novels, sitting on the desk. On her single bed were a few soft toys. Naturally, they were of male characters who had strong gay undertones from famous anime such as Sebastian and Ceil from Black Butler, Yuu and Mika from Owari no Seraph, Eren and Levi from Attack on Titan, and Yuuri and Victor from Yuri on Ice. I knew the characters because I had to suffer countless hours watching the anime with her.

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.