I Grabbed The Tyrant's Heart Novels & Stories

Lillian's orders. The room was spick and span, just Spartan. Very clean and exactly the way she had left it. Her eyes trained around the place as she casted a hidden admiration glance at the awe-consuming look the room exudes. Her eyes radiated myriad sparks of joy and at the same time, her heart pounded vigorously within her ribcage. How would she tame Alex's cold heart? He already seemed almost impossible, but how?! Her eyes suddenly turned bored as she began packing her stuffs into the wardrobe.

Tyler staggered backwards falling to the ground with his hand by his side The sight of blood made he nauseous, he turned looking at the other men rejoicing. "Take him inside and let's clean up this mess" he ordered " No........ Let....... Go......" Tyler had his head bowed as he took deep breaths, he felt his blood rushing with great speed. "I told you, I'm not leaving without him" he said as his voice deepened into a roar…. he stood on his feet, his I eyes were glowing orange as the sun sets, his claws protruding from his finger.

That’s how it always will be. Feeling well enough, I stumble onto my feet. The moment that I do, my head spins, and I miss when Malphas shifts to his human form. It’s not until I feel his hand around my neck, until my back and the back of my head hit the stone, that I look into the infuriated eyes of the Tyrant. The growl that rips through his throat vibrates through me. I gasp, his hand constricting my neck until I can’t breathe. “The only reason why you aren’t mush right now is because you grabbed that rope.” his tone is icy, a threat that promises that he has every intent on ending my life. “Next time, I will tear you apart, limb by limb, runt.”

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

It shrieked in pain, but it held. Jack clawed his way through the molten outer shell. Dig. Dig. Dig. He felt something hard. Something pulsing. He reached in. His hand closed around a cold, geometric object. The Titan Heart. "Gotcha," Jack growled. The Tyrant sensed the intrusion. The eye swiveled inward, looking at the flea on its skin. A tentacle of magma wrapped around Jack’s waist. It squeezed. Jack felt ribs crack. "Let... go!" Jack roared.

Jack’s crew. I barely had time to react before a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me back. A blade swiped the air where I had been standing a second ago. I could literally feel my heart beating out of my chest at that point. The ambush had begun, and I steadied myself, heart hammering, with every nerve alive. My fists clenched tighter, and I braced myself for the worst. This was it. The game had flipped. But then Tyrant turned back to me, his eyes wild but sharp, and his grin returned—wider than before, more dangerous.

My heart spills, useless, despairing, yearning, and broken long ago. We are silent and stuck, powerless against the past. And then Alec growls and leaps to his feet. “Stay here,” he snaps. “Don’t move.” He’s gone for a matter of minutes. I’m still sitting on the trunk, reeling, replaying everything he said, when he comes back with an apple crate. He sets it in a corner, reaches in, and carefully lifts out a big ball of white fluff. Like magic, my heart lightens. “Harriet.” Impossibly, my lips lift.

“Help!” With the extraordinary speed of his werewolf form, the pack doctor arrived within seconds from the residential wing of the pack house. “Alpha!” He was at her side within moments. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” “My heart!” She gritted out. “It feels like it is being clawed. I think I am having an attack.” “That’s not-” Oliver didn’t complete the sentence. He didn’t know what and what not was possible with her. He pried her hand away from her chest and pressed his own hand in place. His eyes glowed yellow as he tried to find the pathology. “It’s not an attack. Your heart is physically fine.”

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.