Heavenly Tyrant Novels & Stories

I can tell that she’s screaming, but no sound is heard as she slams her fists against the invisible barrier I erected to keep her screams muted within her prison. Our bodies swell, and the ground shudders as we repeat the enchantment. The Creator’s light swirls around the scriptures carved on the ancient seal. “It is time,” The Creator’s booming voice reverberates across the enclosure. “Pour the blood and let there be woe to all of the inhabitants of heaven, earth and hell. Heaven and Earth shall burn; Fire and flame will consume them. The sea will enter the land, all structures will crumble, and the stars and all pantheons will fall. Let the dragon rise!”

He had easily gotten Chairman Laurier’s approval due to his skills, diligence, and honesty, and he was often stuck to Matthew’s side like glue, happy and contented with the responsibilities of his job. Matthew, on the other hand, was a stark contrast to Bryce’s plain appearance. Matthew often drew eyes to him wherever he went because of his looks. With inky black hair, the strands plastered against his forehead, and deep-set eyes that resembled the color of a dark, stormy sea, he gave off a mysterious, provocative image that was irresistible to women. Coupled with his height, tanned skin, and elegant, tailored suits, he could easily sweep a woman off her feet if he wanted to.