Female Tyrant Resident Evil 소설 & 이야기

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.

Everyone turned to look at the person that just spoke. Elder Valen. Something about him never sat right with me. “After all, Velmora is now Ashes.” He continued. I wonder whose fault it was. “See?” Vaelor said flatly. “You have good ministers.” His gaze swept across the room before landing on me. Then he smiled again. Disgusting tyrant. What the hell was on his mind? “That’s all for today. I’m tired.” The ministers bowed immediately as he left the hall.

The raw, suffocating aggression radiating off Valeria's small frame was so intense it was literally vibrating the air in the room. I stared at Vespera’s arm, twisted backward at a grotesque, unnatural angle. The bones were completely shattered. Instead of being appalled or horrified by my wife's brutal, unhinged actions, the absolute final threads of my control violently snapped. The magnificent, terrifying sight of her violent dominance sent my inner wolf into a completely intoxicating frenzy. She wasn't a victim. She wasn't a fragile political pawn who needed my protection. She was an apex predator who had just violently claimed her fucking territory.

'Oh no' she thought as she realised that the grass didn't have any face much less one that was so ridiculously attractive. That's right. She was currently sprawled all over the tyrant Emperor.

An uneasiness settled over Tyler, Gerald, Victoria, and Eric as they stood in the dimly lit chamber, their eyes locked on the ominous figure of the vampire queen, Sofia. She had trapped them in her lair, her grip tightening around Katherine, whose life hung in the balance. Sofia had made her intentions clear: she desired Tyler as her mate, and she would stop at nothing to make it happen.

Damien Yves Etienne I was always the type to not be afraid of anything; because I was teached that way all of my life. Charlotte and I were eating in a restaurant that I own, when all of the sudden.. “Where is she?” I got goosebumps all over my body when I noticed that she hadn't come back from the bathroom for a while. I immediately took my move. I tried calling her multiple times before going into the women’s bathroom, but no one… was there. “Sh*t!” I yelled with rage, as I ran towards the elevator to go to the CCTV control and monitoring room.

Tyler swallowed his mouthful of eggs and added, “Nalia, Chelsea, Tora, Isolde, and Cheyenne pulled off the impossible. Charlie figured out how each of their Guardian powers worked together, and—poof—evil vamp queen disintegrated.” Rheya’s eyes lit up. “That’s incredible! Gods, I wish I could’ve been there just to see her face when she realized she’d lost.” “Same,” Kensavion muttered. “Bet Cheyenne had something memorable to say.” “Oh, she did,” Tyler smirked. “There were at least three F-bombs, one eye-roll, and some kind of dramatic pose I’m pretty sure she practiced beforehand.” Rheya laughed. “Sounds about right. And how is everyone now?”

Damian stared deeply at Enola, this time without a cynical smile. Enola got up from the sofa and walked gracefully towards Damian. Her gaze was sharp, but her smile was sweet. “And you like dangerous women, don’t you, Mr. Tyrant?” Enola arrived in front of Damian, and he pulled her waist closer until the distance between them disappeared. “Be careful, Enola. The fire you light could burn you.” Damian chuckled, but his eyes sharpened. Enola leaned her face forward as if to kiss Damian, but she quickly moved to Damian’s ear.

I knew I wouldn't be able to get anything done now. “You requested for us, my lord?” Malakai stood by the door. His shirt was neat and impeccable and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed short. He looked composed as always. He walked in and Elias walked in after him. “I need you to explain something to me,” I growled. “Why does that tyrant’s daughter think I want to lay with her?” I noticed that both of them didn't look surprised at the revelation. “She's only doing what she's supposed to do”. Malakai said curtly.

That meant she must be an elite fighter. However, up until that point, she made no move to seduce Dorian despite her shapely body and attractive allure. None of her words, techniques, or aura indicated this. This was nothing like a succubus. Yuria was more like a female warrior who had experienced hundreds of fights. Her elegance was more similar to a leopard. "My name is Dorian Weaver. Pleased to meet you." Dorian gave her a salute with a grim look on his face.