Gentle Tyrant Novels & Stories

He asks the stableboy, his palm aches to touch the mare, its body just looks so silky. “It's Ivor’s, I'm afraid no one is allowed to,” the stable boy says, looking apologetic. “You can have it if you want,” The male voice behind says, causing Tyr to spin around, Dark blond hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. Tyr's mouth suddenly feels dry as he stares at the towering warrior, shirtless and his body graced with scarification tattoo that tells stories of his origin. Did he hear right? Perhaps the Alpha just means that he is allowed to pet it; there's no way he would give him this expensive-looking animal.

Noemi’s lips pressed together instantly, her scent flaring with sudden, sharp fear as she looked at Tyrone. Taking a deep breath to settle his inner wolf, Tyrone addressed the girl with a terrifying calm. "Return to Victoria. Tell her that she still carries the blood of my lineage, and for that, I can overlook much. But I refuse to be treated like a fool. Yes, my mind wanders through the mists of the past. Sometimes, I do not recognize the faces of my own kin or recall the deeds of the previous moon. Perhaps I have acted the fool in my weakness. If she finds it too burdensome to acknowledge me as her Elder, I do not mind if she keeps her distance entirely."

One was weeping, one was screaming, and the central one was blank, eyes sewn shut. "Prototype-0," Jack realized. "The Stitch Tyrant." The creature let out a sound that wasn't a roar. It was a chorus of three throats gurgling in unison. "Kill... me..." the creature wheezed. The voice was distorted, wet. "Hurts..." "It’s begging," Olivia whispered, hiding behind Marcus’s leg. "It’s programmed to kill," Jack said, raising his fists. "But granting its wish is a mercy." The Stitch Tyrant charged.

in messy hair, he was looking as always a handsome tyrant. "He left half an hour ago and why are you so sweating? Bebe." he showed fake sympathy by caressing her cheek. his drunk and lusty eyes were seeking something. she pushed his hand away. "Your enmity is bonded with me. don't involve my family in this matter." she raised her finger at him and told him in an icy tone. he gave a devil smirk on her words as he didn't mind her. He took out his hand from the pocket and He put his hand on her waist and pulled her. She was hit by his chest.

It was as if an otherworldly god had descended, looking down on the mortals on earth in pure domination. Everyone's souls began to quake. They lowered their heads, wanting nothing more than to bury themselves in the ground. None of them dared to look this terrifying force in the eye. Just then, Wilbur cried out, "Domain: Tyrant of No Other." As Wilbur activated his Domain, Tyrant of No Other. His power, aura, spiritual energy, defenses, speed, and other aspects of his skills were multiplied greatly. Wilbur had already been abnormally terrifying, and this new form practically turned into a tyrant descending on earth and demanding for the people to quake in his presence.

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.

I smiled at my reflection as if I am grinning toward the essence of Eliane. “You are mine,” Tyler growled and flicked his hot tongue inside of my mouth. The kiss was long and hungry, like he’s ready to consume me whole like how a wolf does to a lamb. I moaned and held on to his arms for dear life, because he was ready to crush me erotically. In a way that I only dreamed a charming prince would do. But Tyler was no prince charming. No, he’s one hell of a king who leads his own gilded kingdom under the silvery light of the Moon Goddess.

Complying to his wish, Tyler had come with so many people—those scums were surely doomed! A bald brawny man, Tyler, looked belligerent with a huge centipede tattoo on his arm. One look at him would warn you not to mess with him. It seemed impressive as he came in with the throng of people and greeted George, “Uncle Carter, I’m here. Which blind dog do we have here barking in your territory? I’ll f*cking slaughter them now!” Tyler looked bellicose as his 70 or 80 lackeys swarmed and crowded the banquet hall.

I shouldn’t let this disgusting tyrant touch me. But. That was the only way to stop this. I glanced at Elias sleeping. He looked far too gone. “I really will kill you this time.” I murmured. “You just need to say the word and I’ll help you.” I didn’t want help from this bastard. What if he uses this for an excuse to ask for more. “Please. Help me.” I heard myself beg. “Make it stop.” He brought his tongue down on mine. It was like he was devouring me. Although it felt good, I just wanted him to touch me down there.

Not unless it was for a claiming ceremony. The rumors about Giselle were a smokescreen. A story I crafted so I could walk through the one door in the entire North that I needed to open. The night of the Blood Moon finally came. Torin led his men into the quarters, heading straight for the third row, seventh room. The moment he pushed the door open, a scent hit him. It was an indescribable aroma—delicate and sweet, yet tinged with a hint of bitterness. Most importantly, it was a scent that made his own wolf spirit tremble.