Blade Runner Dr Tyrell Novels & Stories

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

Karly glanced sideways at Woody and confidently declared, "As long as I'm backing you, no one would dare to mess with you! "I refuse to believe it. In front of so many people, he wouldn't dare kill you unless he's also lost his will to live." Before he could finish speaking, Woody extended a finger and pointed at Tyrell. "No..." Tyrell was shocked and utterly terrified, letting out a cry of despair. It was already late! Boom! Tyrell's head exploded like a watermelon. The shattered pieces of brain, along with bright red blood, burst and splattered all around. Karly was standing nearby and got splashed all over her face and body!

The power the blade had behind it, sent him flying backwards towards the portal that was closing rapidly. “NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE I WILL SEE TO THAT!” Dravin yelled as he blasted Mylan and Lateri, then dropped kicked Clytius. Dravin looked around and saw that there was nothing left he could do, so he blinked out of existence. He had to go and finish preparing his plan to get the baby, she was more important than fighting those less worthy of his time.

Before Tyrell could advance on me though his eyes snapped to something behind me, too spent to see for myself. A brief glimmer of fear crossed his features before it disappeared as quickly as it came. Tyrell took a tentative step back, his minions falling behind with him. He looked between me and whoever or whatever was there. A look of frustration marring his face. A split second decision he pulls a small blade from his shirt sleeve and throws it in a swift motion towards me. It lands solidly right above my collar bone, the shear force was enough to knock me back. White hot pain shot through my shoulder and down my arm. I could feel my mouth open and my lungs screaming out in pain, but no s

The doctor quickly approached Tyrel, and he held Tyrel's collar tightly and spoke furiously. "We don’t want to repeat what happened then, Tyrel! Don't act like you have something to be proud of! Because if it weren't for you, what happened before wouldn't have happened this!" Tyrel violently removed the doctor's grip on him. "Until now, you are still blind director David to what happened then. Your favourite doctor Larry the one who is to blame for what happened a year ago! That clever Dr. Larry is why that happened! It doesn't make sense for me to come here, tsk."

I ran and did not look back. I had almost been out of their sight when I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I looked down and saw a sword in my chest. It must have been Alpha Solomon's sword. I could not understand what was happening but I felt my knees weaken and before I could call out to my father, my vision blurred and I fell to the ground.

The truth that I was not my parents’ real child, and Steven’s betrayal, hit me all at once. I walked aimlessly along the crowded sidewalk, letting my body bump into strangers passing by. Without realizing it, my steps stopped in front of a dark glass door with a flickering neon sign. Xander Rosemary. The scent of tobacco and alcohol wafting from inside seemed to call out to me, promising a world where pain could be traded for numbness. I had never drunk alcohol before, but tonight, I just wanted to stop being Meggie. I wanted to stop feeling my own heartbeat.

“The tip is poisoned. You don’t even have to stab someone. Just nick his skin, and he’ll die in agony.” My gaze homed in on the blade. I wanted it so badly. It was so close. So sharp. The crone nudged it forward. “You know who gave that to me? Darragh Ryan. The Mercenary. The Haunt of the Hills.” I’d heard of him—everyone had—even though he’d left the pack before I was born. The males got shifty when his name came up, but their dismissive laughs always rang false, like they were whistling past a graveyard.

Dear lovely readers, We’re nearing the final chapters of The Tyrant’s Baby. It’s been an incredible journey bringing this story to life, and I’m so grateful for your support, love, and patience along the way. Stay tuned as we uncover the last twist, turn, and heartfelt moments in Selene and Alaric’s story. Thank you for being part of this adventure! With love, Yña Banana 🌙