Female Tyrant Resident Evil Novels & Stories

Perfectly reasonable for a hidden diamond like him. “Boss, why do you keep staring at that kid?” Leon whispered in my ear. I stayed silent. I felt something strange, an irrational pull. Nicholas’s gaze, his posture, his intelligence, even his looks awakened something unfamiliar. A desire to possess him. Not as an asset. Not as entertainment. But as if I were seeing myself as a child reflected in Nicholas. I didn’t understand why. Leon, my most trusted man, watched me with suspicion. “Boss, we’re here for weapons. Not a child.”

“-Two, the chick's bloodline has Alphas since time immemorial. Your pups will be strong as hell.” “Or weak like their mother.” “Oh come on, she isn’t that weak if the so-called Crowning Flame chose her.” Davin countered. “Just shut up, Davin,” Matt spoke up. “None of that is important. We can't risk the Alpha line of our pack with a woman like her.” Davin opened his mouth to object but then closed his mouth, knowing that his arguments were going to fall on deaf ears. “She is an embarrassment to were-kind.” Reagan gritted out, chugging the entire glass of liquor down in one go. “And a disappointment to the great plans I had.”

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.

I was a mess, my pussy already weeping into my lace thong, the heavy ache in my core becoming more unbearable with every brush of his skin against mine. Tyler saw it. He always was quick to study. He walked to the front door, flipped the sign to CLOSED, and turned the deadbolt with a final, echoing thud. "I'm going to teach you how these toys work," he said, pulling a small, egg-shaped vibrator from his pocket. It was silver and looked innocent enough. "Everything in here is a tool. But a tool is only as good as the person wielding it." He grabbed my waist and hoisted me onto a sturdy display table, knocking over a display of lubricants. My skirt hiked up to my waist, exposing my trembling t

His violet eyes radiated with desire, seeing Lana. He sucked in his breath and exhaled. His eyes wandered from the hickies that Lana didn't bother to cover up down to her protruding nipples which strained against her cloth, all the way to her beautiful exposed legs. “Beautiful,” he simply said. He pressed the remote in his hand, and Lana jumped backward as the vibrating sensation in between her legs threw her into a frenzy. Now she understood what it was and how determined Tyler was to play games with her. “A remote-controlled vibrator? Tyler, we have a council meeting. How am I supposed to concentrate and not come while you play--”

"If the Ouroboros units try to breach the gallery, we’ll use the turbine’s own frequency to jam their tactical links." But as Elena reached for her tools, a shadow detached itself from the spinning machinery. It wasn't a mercenary or a drone. It was Victoria. She was haggard, her gold-threaded suit torn, her face a map of burns and desperation. She didn't have a weapon, but she held something far more dangerous: a portable biometric relay, the same one she had used in the Atuabo bunker.

If Tyron charged in, it could complicate matters for him. Hearing Adrian's words, Tyron halted, a mix of helplessness and reluctance washing over him. He hadn’t expected Adrian to be so stubborn. The Ivy Electro Serpent noticed Tyron from a distance and momentarily panicked, but then calmed upon sensing Tyron’s level. After all, Tyron was merely at the Nascent Stage, and compared to someone in the Astral Stage, he could be brushed aside with a mere wave of the serpent's tail.

Her silent pleas and her tears did nothing to stop him. Her once beautiful, lustrous hair. The silky hair that she had always been proud of, was now covered in shit. Every strand, from root to tip. And that wasn't all, her neck was adorned with it too. Then Tylian gave her a gift box. Inside was an orange-colored dildo. That same subordinate took the dildo from her and dipped it into the fresh cow dung, before handing it back to her. "You have two choices." said Tylian. "Either have that shitty dick fuck your mouth or... any of the two holes down there."

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

His days of settling for humans are behind him. Kisses, the Matron's assistant, is blindfolded and tied to a chair when he walks into the living room, 'You're sure she didn't see you, right?' He links his Gamma. 'Yes, I'm sure.' She starts screaming. Or trying to. Her mouth is gagged. She tries to move and the chair squeaks. Ty lets his gaze roam her body and thinks she's as fūckäblë as the last time he saw her. But he is on a mission. He'll get a name out of her before taking anything else she has to offer.