Gentle Tyrant Novels & Stories

“What is he doing here? With that look….is he still annoyed about what occurred on his engagement eve? He shouldn't be jealous when he couldn't even find me to attend his engagement party. I wasn't there due to what Kiah did to my clothes and I didn't hear from Alpha Prince Kelvin too. The class was as quiet as a graveyard as he walked deeper into the class and to my seat. He glared at the three guys before my seat and sneered. “Even after knowing who her lover is, you still have the audacity to raise your filthy hands on her?” They glanced at each other. “She got seated before the Alphas, and that's not right….” “What's so special about an Alpha? She was a beta, or don't you know that?” Tyr

The one thing which she's scared of and the one thing that has made her endlessly worship the temple, the one thing she had battled to destroy but she couldn't! No one knew what it was, but only a few knew —Lady Macbeth, Shawn, her siblings, the witch, and Old Basildon. "The expression on her face carried pure fear and terror," Lady Macbeth muttered, and Shawn blankly nods. Old Basildon snickered mockingly at the look on Isle's face. "You look like an ugly which right now, Isle. But it's a good thing that the tyrant Queen sure has a nightmare, and she wouldn't want to hear about it." He taunted and then, he vanished into the thin air as if he wasn't there a second ago.

"Luciano Dinero, Alpha of the ice claw pack.'' He introduced and I simply nodded. I wasn't in the mood to talk since I know I'm nothing but a slave, so what's the use of engaging in a conversation. The rest of the ride was a silent one, deep down, his intimidating aura was enough to make me tremble with fear, but I tried to act tough and un bothered. When we finally arrived, we both stepped out of the car and I was amazed by the magnificent sight in front of me, his home was more like a palace, there was so much guards around and when they saw him, they all bowed in respect. He walked inside with me closely behind him, when we got in, he suddenly came to a stop and I did too. His back was tu

The gesture was so gentle, so sickeningly tender, that my mind couldn't reconcile it with what I'd just heard. "I apologize for the mess," he whispered against my ear. I felt the faint curve of his smile as his lips brushed the sensitive skin there, and every muscle in my body tensed. "Terribly rude of me, losing my temper while you’re trying to rest," he murmured, sounding almost sweetly apologetic. "But the man was just irritating me. Surely you understand, don't you? I promise I’ll be gentler with the next one. Or maybe I won’t. Depends how fast you wake up for me."

Slowly and dreadfully, I raised my gaze, meeting bright amber eyes staring down at me in contempt. I stilled. Goosebumps littering my skin. The tall frame of a man—No, a beast—towered over me. The one figure I least wanted to face….. Prince Kael… The Tyrant heir of Fenrir. His gaze sliced through me like a merciless blade, stripping me bare of every shred of dignity I had left. His expression was unreadable, but a silent storm brewed in his eyes. The Prince tilted his head to the side in assessment, his arms crossed behind his back with soldierly precision.

An elderly man in a robe descended next to the ancient spring with a look of authority. The elderly man was the Supreme Elder of the Gilligans, Tyrone. “Ascend!” Tyrone put his hands together in a chant as he directed it below the ancient spring. However, nothing appeared from it, but he did discover a fresh set of footprints. “Damn it! This is an abomination! How dare you take my Sky Spirit Flower, Master Collins?! I swear to kill you no matter where you are!” Energy exploded in a rage around Tyrone. His formidable vigorous energy tore into the air, frightening the birds and wild beasts in the forest as they scattered away.

He threw it at Master Jade and the rest of the crowd. "Tyrant's Shake!" He called out the name of the skill coldly. The Tyrant's Shake was a powerful technique he learned from the Tyrant Hammer. Its power could shake heaven and earth, hence the skill's name. He had never used that skill before, but he was forced to use it at that crucial moment. 'What the hell?' Forsythe, Abbess Mother Mylie, and the others were terrified when they saw the hill-sized Tyrant Hammer. Following that, they wasted no time and quickly worked together to thwart the attack.

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

He liked things rougher, and I enjoyed getting to know that part of him. I muttered, "You're just too huge, Tyr!" He smirked and picked the right time to drill directly into my g-spot. Through the mind-link, I could hear Heron's voice saying, "Don't injure her, Tyr." Tyr quipped, "She's cute under us." He ruffled Heron's feathers by adding "She'd look cuter with our puppies." Heron abruptly attempted to regain control after losing his shit, but Tyr steadfastly resisted.

Questions rose inside me but I felt too little to ask. Cobra’s face changed slightly. Just for a second. Then he looked at the group of younger men standing nearby. “You,” he called to one. “Watch after her.” he said then left with Tiger. The young man stepped forward. “Good day, m’lady,” he said with a dramatic bow. “My name is Tyron.” His eyes were bright blue. Like the sky right before rain. His dark hair fell into his face and he brushed it aside. He looked young.