I Became The Tyrant Of A Defense Game Novels & Stories

I wonder how they cope with their studies after keeping up with all these humiliations and fights of power as students. “What punishment would be best for you? Maybe sacking you from your duty since you chose to protect and defend who I hate…” The Prince remarked, and Tyrion fell to his knees. It's obvious he was holding back because he knew he offended the Prince. Tyrion, right from childhood, isn't the type that tolerates trash from anyone. “What is it? Scared to lose your job but not scared of me?” Tyrion shook his head. “Pardon my foolishness and give me a second chance to redeem myself.” he heaved deeply and lifted his face. “I started everything, so allow me to end it.”

The realization that his recurring torment had started to wane since rekindling his passion had not dawned on him, a connection hidden even to them both. The nightmare was a replay of his rookie year's first play in the preseason game, a moment that would mark the end of his playing career. He had always possessed an uncanny ability to read defenses like an open book. In his dream, he saw the defense setting up an overload blitz cover 2. With a quick audible, he switched to a play-action rollout, faking a motion to his wide receiver to double-check the coverage.

We lost everything. During my time in the organization, I endured unimaginable hardships. Only the strong were deemed worthy of survival. We were subjected to relentless training day and night until our bodies surpassed their limits. After five grueling years, my high IQ led to an opportunity. I was given a choice: serve as a foot soldier for twenty years or become a mercenary for five years to shorten my time with the organization. I opted to join a mercenary group as their strategist and doctor. Following my training and accepting missions, I tried to locate my parents, with whom I had never been close, even as a child. They were always preoccupied with their careers, but it was bearable b

Or was he waiting for me here all this time? Regardless, it was a foolish and, quite frankly, a rookie mistake that I let someone sneak up on me like this. I was once a Warrior and a Peacemaker, dang it. I should’ve been completely mindful of my surroundings! I supposed the years of being a stay-at-home single mother had rotted my instincts and stealth skills. Still, I wouldn’t just be cowering when cornered like this. “Let me go!” I seethed, pulling my arm to free it from Gallahan’s strong grip while also metaphorically pulling my defenses up.

This was airtight, and there was no way Zion was going to be able to escape this easily. But here’s the thing about men like Tyrant: they never think they’re beaten. By late afternoon, one of his guys showed up at my doorstep. No knock. He just stood there, like a shadow standing across the street, with his arms folded, watching my home with a dangerous look. When I stepped outside to confront him, he didn’t seem afraid or act caught. He approached me and delivered a message from Tyrant like he was rehearsing a script. “Tyrant says you’re playing a dangerous game. Back out now, or you’ll get burned.”

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

"Ladies fight, men defend." "Come on, baby, you know these." Tyce got into a defensive stance next to Blake as he did the same and nodded at me to start. I went through the motions. I'd been practicing these moves since kindergarten, so I had long mastered them. Partway through, I noted Blake was barely even paying attention to me and was more focused on what Gigi was doing. So I decided to be a little trickster. I smiled to myself and went full force on the double leg take down, grabbing Blake with both arms around his legs while keeping my chest close, forcing him to come crashing to the ground.

I hadn't even heard Tyler get out of bed! I always forgot how imposing he was until he towered over me, all muscles and raw power barely held in check by his iron will. Tyler was an Alpha among Alphas. I wished I didn't find him attractive. "Stop this!" he shouted, shaking my phone at me before tossing it toward the door, "I'm sick of this game you're playing. What do you want?" Tyler thought I was playing a game with him? What could I possibly have to gain from a game? He wasn't the kind of male who would let a woman beat him in a game.

"Sleep." I closed my eyes as sleep took over me. TBC Whew.... writing smut scenes are really exhausting, I didn't even do much lmao. Comment your thoughts below....few more chapters and we'll be done with Tyrant......yayy!! Xoxo... Ivy

I growled, my voice low. "Let Julian come with his tactical teams and his broken empire. Let the world burn if it wants to. You think I’m playing a game of chess? I’m the one who designed the board. I’m the one who placed the pieces. And I’m the one who decides when the game ends."