I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

Tyler staggered backwards falling to the ground with his hand by his side The sight of blood made he nauseous, he turned looking at the other men rejoicing. "Take him inside and let's clean up this mess" he ordered " No........ Let....... Go......" Tyler had his head bowed as he took deep breaths, he felt his blood rushing with great speed. "I told you, I'm not leaving without him" he said as his voice deepened into a roar…. he stood on his feet, his I eyes were glowing orange as the sun sets, his claws protruding from his finger.

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

Slowly and dreadfully, I raised my gaze, meeting bright amber eyes staring down at me in contempt. I stilled. Goosebumps littering my skin. The tall frame of a man—No, a beast—towered over me. The one figure I least wanted to face….. Prince Kael… The Tyrant heir of Fenrir. His gaze sliced through me like a merciless blade, stripping me bare of every shred of dignity I had left. His expression was unreadable, but a silent storm brewed in his eyes. The Prince tilted his head to the side in assessment, his arms crossed behind his back with soldierly precision.

Why was I barefoot? Why couldn't I move? Then I remembered. I had been struck unconscious. I raised my head slowly, my teeth pressed together in pain. Where was I? My heart started beating much faster, pounding against my chest. Why was I tied on a chair? I tried raised my hands or lifting my feet, but couldn't. I started sweating. I fumbled around, trying to get rid of the rope. It only cut more into my flesh. Why had he done this to me?

Savannah I woke up with this fire sitting heavy in my chest. You know that kind of morning where you can’t even pretend to lie around? That was me. I felt like I’d gotten to the end of the line, but my journey was barely beginning. My eyes snapped open, and the first thought in my head was Tyrant. The meeting with The Others the night before had given me something, maybe leverage, maybe just the illusion of control, but one thing was clear: if Tyrant was still out there walking free, none of us were safe.