Gentle Tyrant Novels & Stories

Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a powerful Lycan King named Alpha Jerri Bullet. He was feared by all, for his cruelty and merciless ways knew no bounds. Jerri was known to enslave humans and werewolves alike, using them for his pleasure and as soldiers in his army. Under his reign, the land had become a place of fear and oppression. But despite his tyranny, there were those who still dared to resist him. Those who were ready to go down, and be totally free from his torments.

Giggling, she said, "You want to wipe out the Jackman family within three days? Just because you say so?" Alexander did not even look at Bella. His gaze fell lightly on Tyrant of the East's face, and he spoke softly, "You wanted to blow up George's head, didn't you? Show me, then." The Tyrant of the East sneered. With half a foot in the supreme grand martial realm, his strength far surpassed that of a master. Whether it was vital energy, spirit, or will, he was far beyond what a martial Grandmaster could compare to. His perception of danger was extremely keen.

My vision burry as I slowly open my eyes to face the consequences of my impulsive actions. Turning my head, my stomach dropped. Dark eyes. Evil grin. Husky voice. “Good fucking girl”

he replies making the ladies look among themselves and giggle as their cheeks blush. Ty seems to have that effect on ladies. He's not just a gentleman, but he's kind-hearted, humble, and so adorable. Anyone would easily underestimate him how powerful he is until they catch his aura and can sense the power in him. I've seen him train, no one can outdo him, coming close to how powerful Alpha Blake is. Our stay in the kitchen was short-lived. Ty is the beta of our pack, and with that title comes great responsibilities. It wasn't long before we were called back into the dining hall.

he said and he looked nervous Wait a minute, the almighty, ruthless, tycoon Ivan Montero was nervous. This is a sight the whole world should witness, I chuckled in my mind and I loved I was the reason for his nervousness. "Okay, here it goes. These past few months have really changed my perspective of things, I used to think women were all the same gold-digging whore but having spent time with you, I guess I was wrong. it made me blush and he continued

“Have one more dose. I’m sure your beloved tyrant of a mate would love to see you die a painfully slow death.” A hard kick rattled the cage loudly, and the grating sound exacerbated the ache in my head and sent me a strong wave of nausea. “Wake up! It’s no fun if I don’t see you try to suppress your screams.” He gave the cage another kick while he called me a bitch under his breath. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and as I looked at the ugly, burly man, I tried with all my might to make my gaze come across as a fiery and defiant glare.

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.

The priest cleared his throat nervously reciting some things. She could barely listen to him as her eyes watched the man before her. Huge, so huge he was dominating. Dark curly hair and grey eyes that looked silver on sunlit days. Broad shoulders and heavily calloused hands held her soft ones. A scar on right eyebrow and one his lips. The title 'Tryant King' fit him to a tee. This man was a very scary man. But he was smiling at her and his eyes held the gentlest light. She returned with one of her own, albeit forced.

Damian stared deeply at Enola, this time without a cynical smile. Enola got up from the sofa and walked gracefully towards Damian. Her gaze was sharp, but her smile was sweet. “And you like dangerous women, don’t you, Mr. Tyrant?” Enola arrived in front of Damian, and he pulled her waist closer until the distance between them disappeared. “Be careful, Enola. The fire you light could burn you.” Damian chuckled, but his eyes sharpened. Enola leaned her face forward as if to kiss Damian, but she quickly moved to Damian’s ear.

He slowly smiled, showing his teeth in a way that said, I’m the bigger predator, and I will happily eat you alive if you make the wrong move. “An absolute delight,” he said. “I can’t wait to see what you do with your new role.” Tyler’s smile turned tight, and he nodded his head stiffly. “Thank you my King,” he bit out. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a few other folks I need to express my appreciation towards.” “Of course,” Valen said, sickly-sweet. “We wouldn’t want to keep you from your voters.” When he left, Tyler looked like a wolf retreating with his tail between his legs.