I Grabbed The Tyrant's Heart Novels & Stories

Vincent took a last sip and finished the wine, “I like uncertainty, Bryan.” Bryan also kept silent for a moment, and then commented, “But you want to win this time.” “I want to win the chess game, but she is just one of the pawns. I can afford some risk on her.” “Fine, fine, Mr Uncertainty. You want another wine? I will get the contract modified.” He reached out for his laptop in his bag. Melainy received the contract around midnight. She was already exhausted by the day time exams and her part-time math tutor job. She yawned and texted Vincent that she needs two days to get back.

"Please…" Finally, he let go, and I collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. My whole body trembled as I tried to catch my breath. Tears poured down my face, and I clutched my throat where his hand had been. I thought it was over, but he wasn’t done. He squatted down in front of me, grabbing my chin roughly and forcing me to look at him. "Do you think," he began, and it was obviously clear how irritated he was just squatting next to me, "that just because you felt the spark, I’m going to accept you as my mate? Is that what you thought, Omega? That I’d make an omega my equal?"

I closed my eyes and let the emotions wash over me. *He gave me an island.* The thought made my chest tighten with overwhelming warmth and something darker — a thrilling, almost fearful awe at how completely he claimed me. Not just my body, but my future, my safety, my world. I belonged to the Tyrant now, and instead of running, I craved it. Craved *him*.

There would be no mercy. He reached the spiral stairs to the high tower. He took them four at a time. He burst onto the roof. The wind was howling up here, whipping around the stone gargoyles. Untha stood on the edge of the precipice. She had discarded her crossbow. She held her daggers, but her hands were shaking. She looked at him. She saw the monster in his eyes. "You missed the heart," Oreon said. His voice was calm now. Terrifyingly calm.

Fists clench, back pressed to the cold brick wall. I’m going to confront Tyrance. I stop a passing servant. “Where’s Tyrance?” I ask, voice steady, hiding every flicker of fear. My anger needs answers. In the grand foyer, a few steps ahead, I freeze. Tyrance sits in the shadows, a girl perched on his lap. Lips locked, intimate, claiming. The sight punches the air out of me. “What is this?” My voice slices the silence, trembling with fury. “Who—”

” “Quickly then! We have to get clear off this battlefield and tend to him!” TyJericho spat out the cloth and leaped towards the tyrant, its mouth wide open showcasing razor-sharp teeth. As he neared the Tyrant, a hard circular object stuck into its mouth, its teeth tore deep into the object’s metallic surface and got stuck. As Jericho looked down he noticed a shield sticking out of its mouth. Tyndale had managed to pick up one lying close to him and pushed it into its mouth.

I scrambled fruitlessly against the bindings, feet kicking and hands yanking at the knots. Until finally, he was upon me, teeth dripping and open. I tore at the red, until I finally broke through. But when I looked up, the Tyrant King was still there, upon me, reaching to grab, to take– I jolted back with a scream. “--stay away! My family– my brothers–” The devil looming over me went deadly still. “Don’t kill them,” I gasped. “Don’t….” The red was…gone. Afternoon daylight was filtering soft into the room through a light blue drape. And the Tyrant King–

And still the barrier held. “Kira!” he shouted through the chaos. “Finish him! I’ve almost cleared the path!” I looked into the General’s eyes. “No more games. Where. Is. My. Son.” His mouth trembled. “You’ll die if you go there…” I leaned in, smiling coldly. “Then I’ll die covered in your blood.” And with that, I drove my claws through his chest and tore out his heart, black, pulsing, cursed. I crushed it between my hands, letting the power surge through me, absorbing every memory, every scent, every direction...

He gently wiped the blood and vomit off my face, and the rest of my torso. It was astonishing that the man who was known to be the tyrant, the one who had ripped someone’s heart out in front of my eyes seconds ago, was handling me like a delicate glass doll that might break, caring for me with the tenderness of a feather. My body automatically leaned into the safety of his arms, resting my head against his large chest. "Fuck!" he cursed, as he wrapped his arms around me, supporting my limp body. I slowly breathed into his skin, inhaling his spicy musk. With each whiff, my erratic heart moved away from this chaotic butcher house and towards the calm green pastures, detangling my thoughts and

His fingers started curling inward like chicken claws, and his facial muscles twitched constantly. Boom, boom, boom! Jabir pierced several yellow flags before the altar suddenly went up in flames. He spat a mouthful of blood at that moment, terror painted on his face as if he had just come across something horrifying. He rushed over to Tyr with the ash wood sword in his hand. Tyr sat up all of a sudden. When he opened his eyes, there were only the whites of his eyes and no pupils. “Skadoosh!” Jabir let out a mighty roar. He pierced Tyr’s heart with the ash wood sword in his hand the next second.