Baby Tyrant Webnovel Novels & Stories

"I'm your mother Tyson, whatever you're doing is wrong. You shouldn't take the things that happened secretly outside. She's your Luna for crying out loud!" "Now strip her off totally!" He ignored his mum and focused on the guards who already tied me to a pillar and tore away the barrier that was sticking to my private parts. "Tyson!!" The Queen yelled frustratingly but Tyson was snapped into another world of brutality. He's being possessed and nothing would stop him. "Flog!!" He yelled and I delved into the world of unknown pain.

A great terror rules these lands, a terror by the name of Lennox Steele, Son of late Alpha Steele, Alpha to the Dark moon pack. After usurping his father’s throne at the age of 15, he became a tyrant that all men feared. The young master took it upon himself to waste these lands and kill ehatever stood in his way. His mother was banished from the pack for infedelitu, sent to roam the earth as a weeping woman. When he was 18, the moon goddess blessed him with a mate, who he saw as a weakness, so he killed her.

“The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light. For your wolves’ great fortune, you shall bear the bane, Misfortune, misery, an eternal chain.” The crowning flame knew no years. It had chosen a ten-year-old unshifted pup to be the Alpha Naturale. The crowning flame knew no tears. It forced the pup to grow up too fast and take over the pack completely at the age of sixteen. And the curse? As if her life wasn’t cursed enough! Misfortune and misery were her constant companions.

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!

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

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!”

His throne. But, he, for one night, felt no bitterness at all. And spent it in a soothing embrace. He smiled as he recalled it, knowing it might’ve been the only occasion. Emilia noticed it and gave a soft sigh in return. She knew things had to be done when she came here, but she didn’t expect this much. Another task appeared on the list. Have the fake fairy fall in love with the Tyrant Emperor. Alexis had bathed and ate her breakfast slowly, not feeling rushed at the usual sight of Hector in the garden which obviously wasn’t a thing anymore. She didn’t know when her lessons with Emilia might start, but she knew she had some free time before then.

the Blondie boy with lollipop said as he come to look more closely at Isekai and Thanatos as if checking them out. "i guess you guys has voiced out your displeasures enough, now i believe it is time to continue so all those you that hasn't seemed finished with their displeasure you could sure close your mouth now let me finish then you can voice out the one you haven't after i am done," T-Rex said after seeing that the noise has subsided with the remaining that talking being a few. "Tyrant, Tyrannical and the rest is really derived from tyrannosaurus,"Thanatos said as he can't help giggling to himself causing both Isekai and Uraraka to look at him weirdly.