I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novels & Stories

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.

I'm disappointed in myself. I thought I was past this feeling of helplessness, past the point of caring for the cruelty inflicted on me. Not that I deserve it, but I can't do anything about it. I never could. Defending myself only gave me more wounds to heal and more scars to count. As a kid, I fought for scraps of food. Just to survive the night. Now I'm barely fighting for myself. Obedience and submission will keep me alive. What a joke. Clearly, in Tyrant's world, that doesn't protect anybody from his wrath.

You are just a rogue, remember? Ryker's smile faltered, and he frowned. "If I were you, I wouldn't tread on that path," he warned, his tone dripping with malice. "You'll lose it." Tunisha let out a cold, mirthless sound. "I'm not afraid of you, Ryker," she said. "You are just a desperate man clinging onto power. Ryker's eyes flashed with anger as he leaned forward, his face inches from Tunisha's. "You have no idea what I am capable of," he hissed. "I have been playing this game for years, and always come out on top."

he said. “Alpha —” “Clear it first. Make sure it’s empty. Then burn it to the ground. A place that condones kidnapping doesn’t get to keep standing.” He ended the call and got back in the car. Behind them, ten minutes later, the sky above the Vortex turned orange. Zander watched it in the side mirror. His face didn’t change. “Good,” was all he said.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

At Large Cyrus Graupelfyr II: Recently sighted. For a moment I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t bear to break the fantasy if my mind was playing a desperate trick. But finally, I did. And when I blinked, the words on the page remained unchaned. My eldest brother. Alive? Not only that, but being actively hunted by the Tyrant King and his dogs. King Zavan, the rotten monster, was still trying to mete out his twisted sense of justice over a long-snuffed threat. I remember throwing my arms around my eldest brother’s beaten, broken wolf, wanting to save him– and then the Tyrant King had taken me away.

I glanced at him. “You weren’t going to save me.” He hesitated. Then… “No.” Honest. Again. I stepped forward. Following the Tyrant into the empire. Into the den of a monster. Into war. My lips curved slightly. Good. This was exactly where I needed to be.