I 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.

Soon the mesmerising laughter died out and the man heaved shamelessly in front of the now, completely embarrassed Alexis. "You're a tyrant." She coldly said, shocking everyone else on the table except, of course, the emperor. "How dare a plebeian like you call me such!" Alexis couldn't tell if he was mad or just saying it because he was used to it. "What is that word? What does it mean?" She was fed up with this King. 'What a clown!'

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.

“I will not bend the knee to a monster who thinks the entire continent belongs to him!” I stared at him in silence for a long moment. Then I spoke again, my voice deceptively soft. “Any logical reason why you believe you can defy me and survive?” The young Alpha laughed bitterly. “Because the age of tyrants is ending. You’ve grown weak, Zarkov. Distracted by that whore you dragged from Blackthorn. The packs whisper that the great Tyrant has lost his edge. That he now plays house instead of ruling with blood and fear.”

He said and chuckled. Oscar and the guards around tried hard to hold in their laughter. “That was not the reason he abandoned me! Wait, he didn't abandon me in the first place!” I said sternly. They laughed for a while before finally stopping. “So what you're saying is that he abandoned you for other reasons when he needed more manpower? Sounds wrong to me.” Tyler said and chuckled more. I shook my head in disgust. It seemed like Tyler was completely convinced now that I was here to truly help with getting rid of Alpha Tristan's madness.

“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.”

The mocking glint in his eye sparkled like a challenge, as he deliberately invoked her defunct title, a cruel reminder of her lost status. Inayat's gaze flashed with disgust, her lips parting to unleash a sharp retort. "Though your dream has come true, you're nothing but a tyrant to me. You may have power over me, but never my spirit," she spat, her voice trembling with defiance, "still basking in the glory of your own pride, which could swallow the mightiest mountains whole. I'm not scared of you," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper, "if only you knew, traitor, I'll never submit to you willingly."

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."

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.

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.