Gentle Tyrant Novels & Stories

Pain registered in my chest and spread outward, slow and thorough, leaving nothing untouched. Anya lost her mind. She wasn't growling anymore. She was past growling. She wanted to shift and she wanted blood and she was very specific about whose. She wanted Jessica off him and she wanted it now and she was not being quiet about any of it. The shrieking inside my head was loud enough that I had to press my teeth together just to keep my face stoic. I pushed her back. Not because I didn't agree with her. But because falling apart in front of him was exactly what he wanted and I would rather swallow glass.

My throat hurts but I rasped, “What is this?” He pinned me with a look. “Mercy.” Mercy? Why did that sound ominous? “I… I don't understand.” A shiver ran down my spine as he grinned mischievously, crossing his arms. “You're part of this month’s offerings.” My blood turned ice cold and my heart stopped. Gods. No. His eyes shone with amusement. “I think our Alpha King would be very pleased with an offering like you.”

Christian Soft open-mouthed breaths fill my ears in a sweet song and I find I don’t mind it; if anything I like it, given it is as a result of fear. Her brown eyes are wide and searching, but there’s some anger in them. She looks like a wet cat in need of cleaning and petting, and I’m tempted to clean and pet her, but I don’t because I’m more interested in seeing how she plans to break free from me with that anger in her eyes.

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.

Tyr was almost yelling at his human friend while fighting. Zane tried helping him by pushing the sharp edge against the rogue’s side, but it only angered her and charged directly at Zane. She managed to push Tyr away and gave her enough time to stomp on Zane with her large and sharp claws, pinning the human on the ground.

And that's one of the main reasons why the former king Lycaon were so fond of him. But prince Tyler is different. Some may have seen him as timid and hesitant young man but, he is always smiling sometimes I feel like he is watching us in secret. His eyes may look so innocent and gentle, but something about those pair of eyes makes me trembled every time I see him. He's like a cunning wolf hiding behind a rabbit act. He appears to be gentle, but can tore you any moment he wants. Well, that’s just how I see him.

I swear I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to tell how I felt about the black hearted and black tongued nutmeg right now. What a fucking sick bastard !! Fancy saying that to your daughter ! But then this was the Dark Overlord that we were talking about. I could expect worse from him. However, Tyra looked unfazed and instead, coldly replied, “Sorry father but it seems like it is your natural stench or cheap hair spray. I would strongly suggest that you don't taunt the alligator until you cross the creek,” she warned. “Stupidity is not a crime so you are free to go. Plus do me a favour of taking those useless nincompoops of yours, with you,” she added. “Otherwise, I will be forced to dir

Reagan raised a brow. “Crescent Moon is a prosperous pack, rich with vegetation, topography perfect for fortresses and located in a prime region nestled between mountains and the sea.” He spoke. “That’s just the pros of the land. The members are educated in combat, healing, and foraging. They are neo were-wolves. I dare you to take over them. Take their land and take their loyalty.” Reagan’s lips curled into a crooked grin. “Is that a challenge, Freddie?”

Tyr’s vitality energy, on the other hand, bounced all of them away. When Tyr noticed Kurama about to make another casting gesture, he stepped in front of him and said coldly, “If you dare to play any more tricks, I will kill you.” Tyr’s killing intent was clear. His dreadful, murderous desire was evident. Kurama squatted on the ground in terror, no longer daring to challenge Tyr. This guy resembled a gnome in appearance. “Demigod, please spare me,” he pleaded as he looked up at Tyr. “Please tell me what you need from me!”

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.