I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

My chest heaved, each rise and fell quickly. “Open your eyes,” he repeated, his voice unwavering, the command echoing in the silent space between us. Although reluctant,I did it. My eyelids fluttered open, and I was met with a reflection— my own eyes, wide with terror, staring back at me. My own face is pale and distorted with fear. “This is who you are,” His voice rose higher, as though the more he yelled, the more I would acknowledge his words. “Do not forget that. You’re a maid and nothing but a maid.

They were fighting over a storm. And I was just beginning to learn how to roar. END OF CHAPTER 3

A loud yell jolted all of us as we were suddenly surrounded. "We are not intruders," Tyson spoke, trying to act normal but his sole concern was on me as I crouched to the ground writhing in pain. "He needs help, he's the King of Mudville Pack and we came here to find out something." Tyler said. "Alpha Tyson?" They asked and he nodded eagerly. "Good, we've got our core prisoners. Lock them up!" The Man ordered and my body gave way as I slowly slipped into a painful darkness.

Why do you let yourself walk into a dictated future? *Don't be so tame, don't lose like I did. You can definitely do something to avoid your father's terrible arrangements.* *Dear Yilan, I hope we can win our freedom one day. For this, I pray devoutly to the Goddess of Fate. Please wish me luck.* *Your forever friend,* *Natalie* *P.S. Please pass the silk pouch to Casey and tell him that he is the only one my heart belongs to in this life.* *I love him, first and last.*

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 giggled, but my laughter was cut short when a warm, rough tongue suddenly swiped across my face, licking me thoroughly. Thoroughly pleased with himself, Tyr lowered his body to the ground, silently inviting me to mount him. I followed his lead, carefully climbing onto his back. The moment I leaned forward against his strong shoulders and snaked my hands securely around his thick neck to keep myself steady, he bolted. We flew past the gardens, tearing out of the palace grounds and through the pack territory, straight into the deep heart of the woods.

I growled, they better not harm a hair on Tiffany’s head. “Now that’s the spirit! Go fetch them for me and you two will be released.” She said happily. She opened the cage door, and I stepped out before snapping myself to the gates of hell. It had been a while since I had visited. I’m sure my brothers will be displeased to see me. After all, they stayed in hell while I was raised on earth, so they were jealous of me. TRIGGER WARNING Rest of the chapter is RAPE To avoid, skip to next chapter

I concluded, “the Vagabond Empire was born.” She nodded once. “The capital remains Vagabond. The original seat of power.” I released a slow breath, processing it like weight rather than information. “So this entire country is ruled by one man.” “Yes.” A pause. “…Impressive,” I said quietly. “Truly.” Without lingering, I turned and walked out. The air outside felt heavier than before. The Tyrant is my mate. Fuck. No. Focus. “What are you smiling at?” I lifted my gaze.

I was just about to try to climb off Tyce's back when a chipmunk sprinted out from beyond a rock. And something completely unexpected happened. Instead of lowering me gently onto the ground, Tyce threw me off his back as he sprinted toward the chipmunk, and I went crashing against some small stones cutting into my bare arm. I cried out in pain as blood spilled from the shallow cuts. But Tyce didn't stop, growling as he ran into the forest, the chipmunk squeaking as he scooped it into his mouth, shaking his head with murder as he tore it into pieces. He turned back to look at me as I lifted myself up to a sitting position, with blood spilling from his huge mouth, his eyes evil.