I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Who said—“ Adrian stood up, leaned forward, and grabbed Clarisse’s jaw roughly. “If you’re not their blood... then you’re nothing more than a burden that they use and then discard. And I... might have to do the same.” His grip tightened. Clarisse began to tremble. Adrian smiled slightly— A very dangerous devil’s banquet. “You shouldn’t have provoked me.”

“The elders are on my side now, they no longer owe any loyalty to you or your father.” And I knew at that moment that I'd been defeated. I'd lost everything. I’d lost my father’s legacy and Pack to a monster whom I once trusted with my life. Hot tears rapidly rolled down my chin. “But I loved you,” My voice trembled but it was the truth. Gods, I was so pathetic. “And I still love you, Lurien—” “I Lurien Valcarian—” I gasped. “W-what are you doing?”

“What is it?” She licked her lips. “If I always confront you first, will you promise to have nothing to do with her?” “Something like what? She has a lover, and we are engaged. Now tell me what I will do with her.” Tyrion faced her again. “You think it's easy to break a childhood bond? If it is, then tell Elvis to avoid you, and you avoid him too….” he snatched his arm away from Ava and stepped down from the veranda.

“You’re no better than the other Alphas that hunt us down. Worse, even.” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the kneeling rogues. The air was thick with tension, the kind that could either break into violence or something else entirely. I studied her for a long moment before exhaling, shaking my head slightly. “You think I enjoy this?” My voice was softer now, the edge of steel replaced with something almost contemplative. Sera narrowed her eyes, thrown off by the shift. “Don’t pretend you’re some reluctant tyrant.” I smiled. “No, I’m no tyrant, Sera. Tyrants take and take until there’s nothing left.” I gestured vaguely. “But look around you. I don’t take—I build.”

But now, as a werewolf of unparalleled strength, I had the power to challenge him, to uncover the truth hidden beneath his charming facade. The guards, sensing their impending defeat, pleaded for mercy. But I knew that the time for mercy had long passed. I had been unleashed, and I would no longer be a pawn in the Lycan King's game. With a mighty roar, I lunged at the guards, overpowering them effortlessly. They were no match for the unleashed fury that burned within me. As I stood amidst the defeated guards, I could feel the fire of rebellion burning in my soul. I would confront the Lycan King, demand answers, and reclaim my autonomy. I would no longer be a submissive pawn in his quest for

Jasper hugely scowled, his hands fussing with his torn shirt as he removed it and threw it to the floors. Lady Macbeth glanced at his face with an expressionless countenance, she heaved pitifully. "Like I said Alpha, the other kingdoms were in support of this act. Don't feel irritated into thinking the humans were the only ones who abided by this new constitution," she added forthwith. Jefferey chuckled, a surprised and displeasing one. How come he never knew of this? How come everything just occurred between the kingdoms right under his nose, and he didn't get a glint of anything?!

"Daddy was a careless one, ay? Alessandro's face grew dark at my comment. "You seem to be enjoying this more than I am. How do you do it Tyler, you're all calm and collected, even knowing you're not going to win this." I scoffed. "It's not like you're going to win it either, you can never open that parcel, even my Dad and his dad couldn't open it. If you kill me, I have nothing to lose." "You everything to lose, Tyler... You'll lose your prescious territory." "Will I?"

"We're fighting our own fight, Tyler. Just because we can't live in peace doesn't mean we don't deserve to fight. We're not going to stop until every single person living under the same roof, in the same country, as us is free from tyranny. We'll be better than the rulers of every other nation. And we will never give up the right to live in peace and dignity!" The air seemed to crackle with static, a dark cloud hovering above them both, threatening to drop rain at any given time. Tyler knew his eyes were wild with fury now, his jaw clenched so hard that he could see his teeth grinding against each other. His voice came out low and rough. "You really think so little of us. What you think we n

“You already implied to me and Helene that you are planning something against him—” “You mean the conversation where I shielded you both from being accomplices to treason?” I hissed as quietly as I could manage. “After this conversation, you’re much more than an accomplice now.” “I don’t care about that!” Tyron bellowed before lowering his voice again. “There are more important things at stake, like the future of this country.” His eyes watered as he said, “I don’t want my child growing up under the rule of a king like Owen.”

“The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light. For your wolves’ great fortune, you shall bear the bane, Misfortune, misery, an eternal chain.” The crowning flame knew no years. It had chosen a ten-year-old unshifted pup to be the Alpha Naturale. The crowning flame knew no tears. It forced the pup to grow up too fast and take over the pack completely at the age of sixteen. And the curse? As if her life wasn’t cursed enough! Misfortune and misery were her constant companions.