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.

So he can’t ever harm her. She remembered hearing something similar in the Palace. And all of a sudden, it didn’t seem far-fetched for her to think that even if she was to slap him to get some sense in him he would just glare at her! She didn’t dare act on it. Instead took hesitant steps toward him and held his stiff arm. Her voice softened. There was no winning in an argument with him. She will just have to warm her way in. “Don’t you see what you did wrong? Your men were quick to abandon… switch sides because in their eyes you are a tyrant. Let’s suppose you have your throne back. The people you care about will fear you. They will have no respect for you.”

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."

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

Why would she abandon him if she was alive? At this time, Tyr was no longer the incredible Demigod he was known to be. He was just a child; a boy who was abandoned by his mother. When he saw his mother, there was only one thought that lingered in his mind. He wanted to catch up with her. He had to catch up with her. When Tyr rushed into the Temple, he found that all four zombies had leaped into the air as they leaped along the white satin drapes. Lydia had lifted the curtain of the sedan chair in the air and sat in the chair. She seemed to have forgotten who Tyr was. Oherwise, she wouldn’t have looked so distant as if she was staring at a stranger.

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."