I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novels & Stories

I hated myself for the relief that surged through me, hated myself more for how quickly it collapsed when the thread went slack again. I bowed my head over the maps, teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached. “I can’t let you go,” I whispered into the silence, the admission tearing itself out of me. “Gods help me, I can’t.” And in the stillness that followed, the word “tyrant” lingered like a ghost, curling through the corners of the room until I almost believed it was my name.

Tyrant thought for a while and said, “Ask for all the identities of these people and ask for ransoms according to their family’s situation, let’s just say half of their family’s property. As for the citizens of the two major empires, just take some money from them as a token. You can have your pick from among the ones who refuse to pay, and you can throw the rest into the pond to feed the piranhas.” Captain Tyrant had made the final decision and no one raised any objections.

Additionally, this was Ambrose, the tyrant who slaughtered the previous royals, he was talking about! He had been the perfect ruler all this time and even when he was just an imprisoned prince, he was always aloof and sardonic but now Martin was seeing a growing scandalous scheme in his clean slate! He’d known him long enough to believe he had nothing to worry about on the King’s behalf. If the King wanted he could as well be a tyrant and be open about his possessive obsession but it was beyond him why he was being like this The old aide couldn’t help but chuckle to himself softly in despair. What a predicament he’d entered. He leaned his head back to rest against the back of the chair as he

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.

"Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave." TBC

The man who bought me for five hundred million dollars wasn’t just rich. He was powerful. Victor placed his hand on my shoulder. Warm. Heavy. “Starting today,” he said quietly, “you will live in this mansion.” I looked up at the magnificent building—marble walls, towering pillars, enormous gleaming windows. It looked like a palace. But even a palace is still a prison if you can’t go home. In my heart, I made a promise to Mom— I will endure. I will wait patiently while I search for a way to escape. And when Mom comes… I will run with her.

she said, the sadness nearly palpable in her voice. “Willa…” I paused, wetting my lower lip with my tongue. “I can’t just leave. I know you can’t too. You have a family here, fighting alongside you. And…” I ran a frustrated hand through my mussed up hair, while Willa waited patiently for me to finish my speech. “And I may have abandoned my people during the battle in the Ferndell Forest, but I refuse to abandon them in this war.” “Your people?” Willa exclaimed, voice shaky and high.

“Easy? Says the guy who never had to push out an imaginary dead baby. But thank you. Seriously. You’re so different from the dream version. He was all control and anger and making breakfast one day then choking me the next. You’re… lovely. It makes me cry sometimes because I keep waiting for the twist but there isn’t one.” Elias reaches over and wipes a tear off my cheek with his thumb. “No twist. Just me. The guy who hit you with his car and then stuck around because he couldn’t leave. Lucky accident I guess.” “Lucky for you maybe,” I say sarcastic but I’m smiling big. “I woke up to a hot nurse basically. Could’ve been worse.” We keep talking and laughing and somewhere in the middle of it I

“And then, you tried to kill a friend of mine. If I, Tyr Summers, do nothing and let you go scot-free, then tell me, how am I supposed to establish myself abroad? How can Regal Palace still play the tyrant overseas?” There was a significant weight behind Tyr’s words. They were far from preposterous as they represented the strength and honor of Regal Palace. “So what?” Emerald Devil bit the bullet as he stammered. “What do you want?” Tyr gently kneaded his temples, and once again scanned his audience and remarked, “You would have been dead where you stood if this exchange had happened in the past.” Everyone's hearts were in their throats as those words left his mouth. Tyr, on the other hand,

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."