Novel & Cerita I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant

“You have called me many names in the past. Cruel Alpha King, Stonehearted King, among others, but none had hit close to home like the Tyrant King.” Within a second, I felt my people’s fear flashing through the mental link I had created. Heck, I could almost taste their horror, but I continued nevertheless, “Not because it’s a befitting name, but because it hurt to know that is your view. It hurt to know that after losing almost everything and everyone dear to me just to serve as your king, that is how you see me. A tyrant.”

“Winter...” Malashcar laughed again. “Although my son did a good job… he was still a failure. Like his dead brother. Weak. Pathetic. He stopped the plan midway. Because he fell in love with you.” Tyron roared. “Shut up!” Malashcar’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your tone, boy. I raised you better than that.” “You didn’t raise me at all,” Tyron snarled. “You abandoned us. You left Mom. You left Lila. You left me.”

"This is a barbaric mum, don't tell me you're listening to her!" Tyson yelled and winced in pain, the bandage on his head making him slightly uncomfortable. I huffed in satisfaction and turned to the Queen. I don't care if I'm being too extreme, displaying pretense and taking advantage of the relationship between the Queen and I, I won't continue to be a pauper and be tagged as a rogue or as my parents' killer. Tyler said I defiled royalty by letting Tyson and his cohort treat me indifferently like a trash and I've promised not to let that happen again

He doesn't deserve to see that he has an affect on me. “Well there is that and I wish that was all I had to apologize for.” Saying that got my attention and my eyes locked with his. “I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good exc

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

“God, Thorne…” He cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer, his lips brushing my hair. “I couldn’t stop him back then. I was just a stupid kid with too much anger and not enough power. But I swore I’d never let him control me again. So I left. Built something of my own. An empire that doesn’t need his blood money. And Jon wouldn't be able to cross me now he's seen how powerful I am. I finally tore you away from their venom.” Thorne had just finished promising me that nothing would ever touch me again when we heard a sound downstairs

Unparalleled in strength to all and none. Only twice would he be outrun. Saved by the blood of a first blessed one He will be important for a greater war to be won. His ultimate redemption would be a red one. She will light the spark for the war to come. Keeping the beast from being undone Promised to the Tyrant, she will be the one I had not even finished reading the scarp of paper aloud, when I sob escaped Stray's mouth. "I am sorry, this is all happening because of me." She said in between those sobs, as she ran up the stairs.

And I, my eyes full of stars, had promised, "I'll wait for you." And I did. I waited for three years, only to be met with his betrayal. Now, on a similar rainy night, he was finally getting a taste of what it felt like to be abandoned. Inside the carriage, Torin draped a coat over my shoulders. "It's over," he said. "Yes," I said, leaning against his chest. "It's finally over." The rain outside fell harder. Back in the hall, a man sat on the floor, staring up at the sky.

She had probably never thought she would end up in such a state. Boom! Breena Davey decisively chose to self-destruct. It was the Tyrant King’s first time battling with a human cultivator in the universe after three millennia. It got too excited, and forgot that human cultivators often loved self-destruction. In an instant, its face was covered in grime, and its palm turned bloody from the explosion. “Motherf**cker! I forgot these ants love blowing themselves up the most!” The Tyrant King, whose hand was injured from the explosion, gritted its teeth in pain and stomped its foot furiously. “Kill! Kill all the ants here and raze this place to the ground!”

Cracks spread across the glowing lines. The tear trembled. The shapes behind it recoiled again. This time, they went further. The Tyrant reacted instantly. Its entire form surged— Trying to purge her influence. The pressure crushed down on her. Her body trembled. Her vision blurred. But she didn’t stop. “I’m not… letting you… open that door…” The Tyrant’s voice deepened. Completely different. For the first time since its arrival, there was a hint of resistance in its voice.