Gentle Tyrant Novels & Stories

It was the truth—a truth that sent a shiver down my spine. Baird was the son of Alpha Grayson, a man who many regarded as 'The tyrant'. That also made him the heir of the Storm pack. He would also inherit his father's unsavory title, he would become the next tyrant. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. How could this be happening? The man who had saved my life, the one who had shown me kindness and warmth, was destined to become the very monster I had feared all my life.

There is danger in the Tyrant's voice. "Forgive me Master, she tried to kill me as she did to the other men you sent—" "You're brave, you bumped into someone like her—" Regan uttered, The Tyrant smiled half and motioned to his secretary to hand over the punishment to the man. "I haven't been able to work out for a few days, I want a little fun right now" Regan exclaimed. The Tyrant's secretary threw an empty punching bag in front of the man "You choose, you become a Tyrant’s toy or you want to die right now."

Elysian somehow managed to say this in between the struggle to free herself from the tattooed arm of this man. “I said, who are you? Who sent you here? Answer me before I stop counting till three and I won’t think twice before cutting your neck and mark my words when I’m saying this, I will do it, as I’m already so pissed over shit and you are the right thing to vent my anger on.” The man whispered in her left ear as moves his mouth down towards her chest, tracing down with his lips, slowly igniting something inside Elysian, but it was different from what she felt with Adrian, who is this man? He is one of the lethal types who play with their prey by giving bait to lure the prey towards them

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

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

The lord was fully hard already, but instead of taking him in his mouth, Oliver dipped his head and licked the inside of Callum's tights. He felt a hand gently rest on his shoulder and he traced his tongue up to where Callum's tight reached the hip. Oliver began planting gentle kisses over the sensitive skin and felt Callum tremble, the hand he supported himself with still only a warm light touch on his body. "Please..." the Lord whispered quietly and Oliver ran his tongue over the slit of Callum's cock. He lapped at it a few times and Callum groaned. "You taste so good, Cal."

He came close, his face inches from hers, his breath whispering against her skin. Tunisha's heart was racing as the warmth of his breath caressed her neck. She tried to take a step back, but somehow, her feet felt stuck in that place. Ryker leaned into her even further, whispering, "Must say, you do look ravishing." His eyes locked with hers, though the softness in them was short-lived. "But too bad. You're not a tasty meal for Jethro." Tunish's eyes flashed in anger as Ryker turned and simply walked away, leaving her to boil over in frustration.

Irene’s POV I peeled it off, hating the way his eyes trailed and lingered on my skin like I was a snack he wanted to devour. “You’re a tyrant.” I hissed, wanting him to feel a fraction of my hatred. He just shrugged lile he couldn’t care about my opinion. “Move faster, dove. We don’t have all night.” I gritted my teeth, swallowing the retort on my tongue as I took of my jeans then my underwear followed.

I leaned down slightly, my voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear. “You will die slowly. Piece by piece. Until you beg for the mercy you refused to give your own people.” Kael’s eyes widened in terror for the first time. But it was too late. The Tyrant had spoken. And blood would follow.

His cold eyes met mine as he took me in. I held his eyes and silently pleaded with him as I was forced into the room. He turned away dismissively. “Our last meeting, it seemed like all of you got the wrong impression that I was on the side of the slave. I prepared this feast to appease all of you,” Alejandro announced. “Tonight, she'll be serving all of you like the slave she is and she'll be treated accordingly the way she's supposed to be treated. A tyrant's daughter” My heart sunk.