Gentle Tyrant Novels & Stories

You little punk, do you even know who I am? "I am Tyson Payne, the leader of Tiger Clan, one of the most powerful groups in Emberstone's criminal underworld. I've got almost 30 thousand men under my command. "If you dare take my wife, even if you had a hundred lives, you still wouldn't survive. Now, hand over my wife and kneel to face your death. "Otherwise, I'll make you experience the cruelest punishment in the world. By the end, you will wish you were dead!" "Presumptuous!" Terry's anger flared. With a slap, he sent Tyson flying.

Thorne’s voice was deceptively serene. Her breath stuttered, her chest rising and falling in uneven jerks. “Why?” The corner of his mouth lifted into a dangerous grin, one that dripped with sin. “Because I’m going to fuck you again.” Her lungs seized, a rush of heat pooling deep and low, her skin pebbling with goosebumps she couldn’t control. Her body betrayed her before she could even form a protest, and his smirk widened, slow and merciless, like a predator savoring the scent of prey that already surrendered.

She said and fear washed through his face, swallowing hard. Tyler smirked as if he knew the reason for his friend's sudden niceness which was annoying as hell. Damn! I knew Tyson too well to be deceived by those silly kind acts he portrayed. He's doing all this for the moon goddess, once she leaves; He's back to the Tiger I'm acquainted with.

He fell onto the couch, screaming but his scream was all muffled as Tyrant had torn the top of his lips off. “Felix!” His friends called, bewildered. Tyrant fell on two paws, stalking at them. They got angry and tried shifting too - both of them. Tyrant pushed the first one into the wall while tearing into the back of the other one with his other two paws and fangs. We tasted skin, blood, and bones. Tyrant didn't stop, he kept shaking his teeth into their skin, causing major damage.

Even though David's financial power and strength impressed him, he still thought that David had no chance to kill Bloodthirsty Mercenaries. Bloodthirsty Mercenaries not only had advanced weapons and equipment but also occupied Dark Cape, which had a unique geographical location that was easy to defend and hard to attack. Most importantly, the leader of Bloodthirsty Mercenaries, Tyrant, was recognized as the best master in Dragon Rank. The person was not only extremely strong but also brutal. He would torture his enemies to death in countless ways. It was how he got the name Tyrant. The expression of anyone in the mercenary world would change at the mere mention of him. He was not something y

she's barely there at all, translucent and silent, a whisper of what I could become if I simply gave up. They're not illusions—I can feel their heartbeats, their breath, their rage and fear and desperate hunger. These are the roads not taken, given flesh and fury, and every single one of them wants to be the only Selene who walks away from this place. "Well," the Tyrant-me says, her voice like mine but carved from ice and authority, "isn't this delightfully morbid." She surveys the others with the casual disdain of someone who's spent lifetimes ruling through fear. "I suppose we're meant to fight until only one remains? How pedestrian."

Tyler said, his voice was so harsh. What was he saying and to whom. That’s when it hit me the most distorious pungent smell, I got up to look at him. The Black Devil himself. He looked horrific half human half wolf, blood red eyes boring in me and his laugh that froze my blood. I was petrified. "Good work Tyler, now Warrior Kent, the most dangerous of all will dance for us." He spoke in his high pitch voice sending tremors in my body. I turned towards Tyler

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

When I snarl, Tye immediately drops his hold and shows his neck. I growl from the chest. My wolf flashes his fangs. Tye lowers his gaze to the ground. My heart pounds for no reason. Fallon Campbell isn’t a challenge. He’s hardly more of a workout than the bag most days. And Tye is my beta, my right hand. I don’t need his submission. I need him to check my ass when I lose it.

Dear lovely readers, We’re nearing the final chapters of The Tyrant’s Baby. It’s been an incredible journey bringing this story to life, and I’m so grateful for your support, love, and patience along the way. Stay tuned as we uncover the last twist, turn, and heartfelt moments in Selene and Alaric’s story. Thank you for being part of this adventure! With love, Yña Banana 🌙