Novel & Cerita I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

"I'm tired of being a tyrant. Even a reluctant one." "The Ancient One won't like that. When he returns " "If he returns, we'll face him together. United. Stronger than before." I gestured to the courtyard, where wolves from multiple packs worked side by side to tend the wounded and repair the damage. "This is what we should have been all along. Not conquerors and conquered. Allies." "You're an idealist." "I'm a realist who's seen where tyranny leads. To monsters like the Ancient One. To broken wolves like Rogers." I looked at our brother, bound and defeated. "I don't want to become that. I want to be something different."

“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.”

He looked at me like a man starved, like I was the only source of life in the entire world. And then, he did something I never expected. He dropped to his knees. The most powerful man in the world. The Golden Tyrant. The man who commanded armies and economies. He sank to his knees on the cold marble floor right in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his face level with my stomach. I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. “Call me a tyrant all you want,” he said, his voice rough and raw, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin just above my waistband. “But remember this… a tyrant rules his people. A king rules his kingdom. But me? I kneel only for you.”

“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.