I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away Novels & Stories

Jereum fell to his knees and let out an ear deafening shriek, clutching at his melting face. One of the tyrants sent a big boot into Jereum's chest which sent his head slamming into the tar—cracking the solid ground. The tyrant swung the stake back and then brought his hands crashing through the air and towards Jereum's chest. My heart raced as I watched in horror, I clenched my fists as angered filled my veins. In a crack I sped towards the assault it was like I had warped through space and just somehow teleported in front of the tyrant. I pushed him back with a strength I didn't even know I had. The tyrant was thrown into the air, soaring about fifty meters back.

A blush caressed my cheeks as I lifted my head slightly and rolled my shoulders back to straighten my posture, I could see how the men saw me in their eyes and the sight was astounding. “As tradition dictates, the hunt will begin at dusk, there are no other rules in the Vanargand hunt, I wish you luck,” Levi stated simply before giving his wife a look telling her to release me. Elena groaned from frustration as she reluctantly released my arm, her nails left behind angry red welts depicting the gruesome torture she had just put me through. I winced from the pain as I held my injured arm and instinctively stepped away from her and towards the inviting group of men who stood before me. Cian im

The older were-cat had been holding out on us. Tristan shifts when he reaches us. “Take her inside, we need all medics ready to treat Nightshade poisoning.” “Yes your highness,” Tristan takes Tawny from my arms and hurries to the Palace with her, where she will be safe. I turn back to the fight and instead of jumping back into it, I push my arms back tilt my head up, curl my chest out and let my skin ripple. I grow twice my size and let the most commanding and loudest, deepest, prolonged roar I can manage.

They slipped from my hand and clattered across the floor. I straightened slowly, my eyes burning, my whole body trembling with rage and terror. I needed to get out. Now. My mind was racing. Francine was right. Every terrible thing she’d warned me about — the way he looked at me, the obsession, the darkness hiding under his charm — it was all true. She must have gone through hell before she finally escaped him.

I collapsed to my knees as the taillights vanished into the darkness. They released me only after Drake was gone. I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself. I sobbed openly on the tarmac, clutching my chest as if I could physically hold my heart together. What did we do to deserve this? But Drake’s final word echoed again in my head. Run. With shaking hands, I grabbed my suitcases and fled the airport. I didn’t look back. I hailed the first taxi I saw and climbed inside, my entire body trembling as the car sped away.

I should have known. I would say I cursed him, but the thrill as he began running was something else. The speed with which he could run was incredible. The breeze rushed through Tyr’s fur as he reached full speed… rather than swear and shout at him for not doing what I wanted him to do, I simply allowed myself to drop back within what I assumed right now was his mind, the most unusual of feelings, as he enjoyed the freedom of being here. Being shifted…

A man’s face peered up at her through the leaves—blond hair, aristocratic features, one purple eye and one blue visible beneath the debris. “Hi,” he wheezed. “Thanks for not stepping on me.” “Why can’t you get out yourself?” “Abdomen’s torn open. I can’t move.” Now that she knew there were no children involved, the urgency drained. He was a grown man. Werewolves healed. She turned to leave. “Wait—you’re just going to abandon me?” “I have somewhere to be.” “You’re running too, aren’t you?” His voice sharpened with sudden clarity. “Help me and we can both get out. Border patrols will be through soon. If they find me, I’m dead. If they find *you*…”

“Shit!” “No, how did I not see that?” I muttered annoyingly to myself, staring furiously at the screen of my phone. Playing subway surf was always thrilling for me, like being extremely focused on the path, and when it gets too fast reaching some certain stages and speed you get out of control. Starting all over again… Ryan entered the tent, while he bent his back. “You are not asleep?” He asked, I nodded in response to him, then he turned around and zipped up the tent,

Lazarthio states, I tell them that Ty is deathly afraid of rats. Nephalitium apologizes for her getting out of his room. I ask him if he has a collar or leash he can keep on her. He says yes but hates to keep her restrained, but he understands Ty’s fear. I decide to talk to Ty and see if maybe we can get her to like Nephilitiums pet. I walk back up the stairs to their room and knock. Dray answers the door. And I walk in to find Ty sitting in Drake’s lap. I smile at her, and she flashes me one of her smiles. I explained what had happened, and she seemed to understand. I tell her my idea, and I can see the fear spread across her face. She says she is willing to do it but makes no pro

Alarmed, she scurried away from him. "Get back!" She screamed, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Gavin chuckled, stalking up to her. Maya continued to take steps back, until she hit the far end of the tent, nowhere to run. Gavin saw this and a sinister smile worked it's way to his face. "Nowhere to run, eh?" He muttered, pulling at her hair. "That's good to know."