Blade Runner Dr Tyrell Novels & Stories

A sharp intake of breath rippled through the pack. Lyra stepped forward instinctively. “Tyler—” He didn’t look at her. “This is necessary,” he said. Necessary. The word landed like a sentence. Dane laughed again, but it was brittle now. “You’re proving Ronan right,” he said. “You’re becoming what he said you were.” Tyler’s eyes didn’t waver. “No.” He drew his blade. Metal caught torchlight. Lyra felt the bond tighten violently, a spike of heat and warning tearing through her chest.

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.

"He is a lunatic. He kept beating Ty up although I yelled at him to stop." "No," Tyler shook his head and squeezed her hand back. His answer caused Norma to slid her gaze to Tyler. "Blake is not villain X." I had been typing all the information we had so far and at his answer, my fingers stopped midair. "What do you mean?" "Blake is just a pawn. He worked for Villain X, but he is not her. I have told you before, Villain X is a girl." Tyler looked at us then after a while, he added, "It is Ellie."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"Then let's just say, you guessed it right. About the DNA test... Let's see the result tomorrow then" Tyrell glare at him and walk towards him grabbing his collar. "You didn't temper with the result did you?" Tyrell asked him boiling in anger. Grayson slap his hand off him and adjoined his collar then smirk. "I'm so going to kill you!" Tyrell swore. "No you can't... Your Boss just take all your powers from you, you can't hurt anyone while you're still with him. Don't worry .. after tomorrow, I'll be nice to your Boss and won't destroy his too much"

And then—there he was, like a king in his lair. Waiting. He sat like sin in a suit—legs spread, one arm draped lazily over the chair, the other nursing a glass of something expensive. His light blue eyes found mine the moment I walked in—calculating, cold, and so damn sure of himself. Clayton Blade, Dontrell’s younger brother, a snake in tailored skin, and the devil women should’ve run from. Tall and sharp-jawed, with that charming smirk that hid a history of bruised hearts and broken bodies.

Gamma Tyrell (Ty) Cloudwater is a loyal footsoldier to King Aidan, he was killed along with Drax and Aidan in a coup by their best friend and blood-brother over a thousand years ago. These events led to him being reborn as one of the most powerful Supreme Beings with Aidan and Drax. Their mission is to keep the supernatural in line to maintain peace. On his journey expanding from revenge to love, he had to make a sacrifice to kill an evil entity, one he will regret or will he?

Owen had always been someone who lived on the safe side, and the right side. "Bye, little bro," I said as I pushed the phone inside my pocket, when Blaine finally came back. "I know who is behind this. The asshole," Blaine said with a growl, as I quickly jumped off from Shade. Shade lifted his head peering down at Blaine. "Who?" "Tyrell Raven." "You mean Xanthe's brother?" I winced as I stared at Blaine and Blaine's eyes gleamed as he nodded, his eyes flashing in irritation.

Who was this man, Tyr Summers, and how did he manage to summon all these prominent figures with Drake Tucker as their leader? “Brother Tyr.” “Brother Tyr… Brother Tyr…” Greetings successively rang in the room. Everyone was humble and respectful as they bowed to Tyr. Upon seeing this, Shannon felt her body go weak. What kind of elite figure had she provoked? Following a loud thud, Shannon fell to her knees. “I’m sorry, Brother Tyr, I’m sorry. I didn’t know Blair Zea was your daughter. Please forgive me, please spare my life. I’m sorry.” Shannon submitted almost immediately, kneeling as she begged.

He was wearing black jeans, black boots and a black hood that covered his face totally. But his hands were exposed and a red rose tattoo was peeking through. Like he knew we were watching him, he lifted his head to stare at the camera. His mismatched eyes glimmered with dangerous intensity. Tyrell. Right where I was, I felt his dark, menacing presence. This was the first time I saw him in person. Slowly he lifted his hands, pointing a rifle straight at the camera. Then he pulled the trigger and the laptop screen went black.