I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novels & Stories

He said and chuckled. Oscar and the guards around tried hard to hold in their laughter. “That was not the reason he abandoned me! Wait, he didn't abandon me in the first place!” I said sternly. They laughed for a while before finally stopping. “So what you're saying is that he abandoned you for other reasons when he needed more manpower? Sounds wrong to me.” Tyler said and chuckled more. I shook my head in disgust. It seemed like Tyler was completely convinced now that I was here to truly help with getting rid of Alpha Tristan's madness.

"That sounds great, but I can't do it. Before that day comes, I would no longer be me." "Your decision is to stick to your heart, but being in this position is not a good thing." Feige gazed at her profile, stating a clear warning. "Yilan, this empire is rotten to the core, and so is the army. If you reject the rules but cannot extricate yourself, you may ultimately be destroyed by it." Lin Yilan closed her eyes. "I know. If this is my fate, I will accept it." After a long silence, Feige didn't say anything more. He raised his hand and turned out the oil lamp.

Mother’s black eyes are coals. “The instant Alban’s in power, he’ll drive out the scavengers. Raze the Bog.” I know. I’ve heard Brody and his crew talk about it for years. It’s the day they dream about. “Alban’s faction doesn’t care if the scavengers go feral and starve in the foothills. They don’t care if their females and pups are taken by the Last Pack. And that’s what will happen. Mark my words.” Father leans back and sets his snifter on the leather arm of his chair. “You can’t claim her.”

My father was silent, at a loss for words. "To this day still I can't do that!", I yelled. "I can't watch Sara do anything for me without getting nervous. I still can't stop protecting Leon the moment he's close to me. I get nervous when I have to leave him for a minute, not mentioning Sara! I still send him money because you caused me to think that we could be abandoned yet again at any random time! I still can't be around Marthe or Victor without wanting to cook or do anything for myself because I fear they'll abandon me if I'm a hassle to them! And here you are, telling me bluntly into my face how precious we were, how much you loved us! Oh and how I fucking believe that! So why didn't yo

“Yeah. He talked about making a move if someone tried to take his turf. Said it was better to be feared than forgotten.” Piece by piece, the map came together. Tyrant had the motive. He had the opportunity; he still had people inside who could pass a tip. He had pride, the sort of pride that would rather torch his own house than live with someone else in it. The idea of him intentionally setting himself up as a scapegoat and martyr to the Others was ugly and brilliant in the worst way.

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

None. Mercy is not a word for me, it’s definitely not a word for a man who thinks what is mine is his. They call me cruel, they call me tyrant, let them. The pack survives because I decide, that is my rule. That is order. I took a throne young, I held it with blood, I sharpened fear into armor. Mercy would rust that armor, make me weak. I will not be weak. I push open the door, Hanging by the bar like some broken thing, wrists chained above his head, his body slumped but still breathing. His face bruised so bad the skin swells.

I would think of three princes who had once been mine, wonder if they were well, if they were happy, if they had found new love to fill the spaces I had left behind. The phantom pain where our bond had been never quite faded. One evening, as I watched twin moons rise over our impossible landscape, Adrian joined me on the balcony. "You regret your choice," he observed. "I regret the necessity of it. Not the choice itself." "That is the difference between a ruler and a tyrant. Tyrants regret nothing. Rulers carry the weight of every sacrifice." "Is that wisdom from your dark years or your human ones?" "Both. Pain teaches truth, whether it comes from shadow or light."

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

Andrew I took one drink after another, trying to bury my frustration. It wasn't the first time I saw her leave that way, and it deeply bothered me. Even with all the problems we were facing, I shouldn't lose sight of her. My eyes frequently sought out Abigail, something that deeply bothered me as well. I tried to convince myself that the fact that she was friends with Beatrice and might have a clue about her whereabouts was the real reason for my insistence on searching for her with my gaze. But these thoughts were dangerous and wrong. I was dating Beatrice, and regardless of the disagreements between us, I owed her respect.