I Grabbed The Tyrant's Heart Novels & Stories

" My heart churned. Pictures of the Night Terrors made themselves in my head—their faces, their loyalty, their trust. They had accepted me with my flaws, with my positive desire for payback. I couldn't let them die because of me. Randall stepped forward, stiff as the curled spring at the instant before release. "What does Tyrone want in return? Me? Alora? The whole territory? Victor smiled more. "Oh, he doesn't care about the land. He wants blood—Alora's, if precise.

I was no longer a King; I was a monster born of the agony of potentially losing my mate. Zlata obeyed, her fingers frantically trying to unclasp the jewelry, but she was too panicked to make it work. My claws extended, and in a flash, I was next to her. Tyr was unleashed. With a single, controlled swipe of my claws, I slashed the necklace. Diamonds and rubies fell to the floor like fallen stars, scattering across the rug. A few drops of blood landed dramatically next to the gems. I looked down in horror. In the heat of Tyr’s fury, my claws had accidentally scratched the delicate skin of her chest quite deeply.

This worked as he thrashed all over the place before shifting into his human form. Blood splurged out of his mouth and his skin started to deteriorate as I had damaged his wolf. His smelled so much like a rogue. However, the next second while Tyrant was giving me permit to return, the rogue grabbed the piece of broken wood next to him and plunged it into his heart. “Fuck!” I shouted running over to him. However, it was late as he had stabbed his own heart. ‘Assasin rogue!’ Tyrant snarled. What the hell?! I was both shocked and angry. Who the fuck wanted to kill me enough to send an Assasin rogue to me? They are the ones who killed themselves after an unsuccessful mission in order to protect

Amar got up and grabbed me by my shirt, pulling me up with him. Everybody gasped. Time stood still suddenly. We were mere inches away from each other's face. His eyes were dead-cold, but I didn't look away. I was ready for an upper-punch and thought to myself 'I do deserve that.' "Dad!", Sara cried out, her hands on his fist that was holding the shirt. "Let go!", she sounded hysteric. "Please! He did nothing wrong!"

The cold, hard handle of the knife brought a strange sense of stability, calming her mind slightly. "Don't make me look too ugly. If you must use me to humiliate my father, at least let me wear clothes." Reversing the blade and pressing it against her heart, Lin Yilan recalled a loving face, her voice trembling. "If... if possible, please burn me. Don't let anyone recognize who I am." She didn't have the courage to wait for an answer. The sharp blade instantly pierced her outer garment. The moment it invaded her heart, it was suddenly snatched away by him. Immense force pushed her against the wall, jarring her back painfully.

he wasn't going to allow them but the pain in his chest was growing by the seconds and his eyes were gradually turning to black. Suddenly, he raised and grabbed a screaming witch's neck with his both hands before tearing it up and digging his hands down to her chest as he retrieved her heart with a sickening smile on his face but he fell again as the others lunged at him but then, he suddenly had their loud screams. " River." He recognized Tyga's voice and he stared up at the man who blinked in shock and anger when he saw the pain and rage in River's red and golden eyes.

GALLAHAN’S POV My body seemed to falter, then freeze upon hearing Gillian’s and Calisto’s voices calling me. But my heart stuttered and launched into a wild thundering against my lungs. ‘Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill,’ my inner wolf clamored impatiently in my mind. I pulled my arms free from the weak hold and took another step forward as the urge to spill blood and take lives with my bare hands roared back and flared in my veins.

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.

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

THE ATTRACTION O What to expect… Heart rate unexpectedly increases Before my eyes is the unexpected Never thought I’ll be enchanted Never thought I’ll be captured Who is she? She looks like a rare beauty But what to do? Should I chase? Or should I stay? O what a dilemma BY, STESSY B. JAMIE Fred chuckles lightly over the phone before saying, “I will try to get the ‘Boss’ out of my mouth but its going to take some time”