Baby Tyrant Novels & Stories

“We promised we’d take good care of it, but he still says no!” I cross my arms in mock sincerity. “Well, that does stink you can’t have a kitty. But remember, your Daddy’s got a lot going on raising you two kids!” “He can be a big tyrant,” Bea insists. Where did this seven-year-old learn the word tyrant? “That’s a big word there,” I tell Bea. “Daddy uses it when someone’s being difficult,” she explains simply. “He’s not wrong,” I reply. “I wish we could have a kitty!” Tris complains, and her sister nods.

“He wasn’t talking to you. He was addressing the tyrant.” “The tyrant?” Night repeated, her voice rising with disbelief. “Do you even know what a tyrant is?” She stepped forward slowly, her eyes blazing. “Does this girl look anything like a tyrant to you?” “Of course she is. Her father was one. That doesn’t make her any different,” Dan spat.

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

*Violet POV* I had one chance to prove myself I had heard the stories of my father, Alpha Banshul, since I was a pup. He was the leader of the Blue Fire pack, the most powerful pack in the forest of Futi. My father had achieved many great feats and I was proud to be his daughter, determined to follow in his footsteps. I wanted to show him what I was capable of, to prove myself. I had one chance to make my mark and I was going to take it.

Tyler asked and Bryan shook his head a little before speaking. “He is popularly known as the devil but he is more than that. He is way more than that. He is the apex of apex predators, he is a destroyer. He is death himself and when he hunts his prey, he never misses. He is a demon, Tyler. A demon who lives off the pain and blood of his prey.”

“None of your business, Tyron. You’re late. I told you an hour ago, and you show up now? I don’t tolerate incompetence.” His face hardened, and he grabbed my chin, his grip tight. “I’m only here ‘cause I want to, Tasha. You think your little money got me out here to bomb this place? I’m in it for the fun, not you. Watch your tongue.” He let go, pushing me slightly. I glared, my heart pounding, but I stayed quiet. He ordered his men to plant the bombs around the house, and I watched, my lips curling. Tyron was arrogant, but he was perfect for this. His father was a mafia boss, locked up awaiting trial for worldwide crimes, leaving Tyron to survive on drugs, robbery, and kidnapping. I’d known

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

​A low murmur broke out, despite the threat of violence. ​I felt a hysterical laugh bubbling up in my throat. I had to bite my tongue again to keep it down. So that was it? Those were our choices? It was like running from a rabid dog that’s already foaming at the mouth, only to trip and fall straight into a tiger’s open jaws. Either way, you’re torn apart. Getting grabbed by some alpha meant you’d spend the rest of your life as his toy; probably beaten, used, and tossed aside when he got bored. But making it to the end and letting the Lycan King decide? That felt worse. Way worse.

SAYS RIVAL TYCOON ALEXANDER VANCE. The article detailed a hostile takeover bid for Louis’s recently acquired chain of luxury resorts in Singapore and Bali. Alexander Vance was a newer, hungrier breed of billionaire—younger than Louis, with a reputation for dismantling “old-world” empires with digital-age ruthlessness and a gleeful disregard for reputation. He was a shark who enjoyed chumming the water.

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.