I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away Novels & Stories

Bast shrugged. “Be nice to that woman.” Tev called into the chamber as he strode by heading for the stairs. Why in the Hell would I do that? “Are you taking off?” Bast leaned up to call down to him. “Yes. I have to go work with my hounds.” “The Demon Dogs?” Bast muttered disgustedly. “They are no longer Demons. I have tamed them to my hand.” Tev called up from the bottom floor. “A dog is a dog. No less demonic, no matter how tame.” Bast called.

Tasha yanked her hand back, her voice rising. She picked up the hot tongs, her grip firm despite the fear that churned in her stomach. With a surge of anger, she swung them at him. The tongs seared Uncle James’s skin, and he let out a sharp scream that echoed through the house. "Crazy! What are you doing?" he bellowed, stumbling back as Tasha advanced on him, the tongs raised again. Her fear transformed into a desperate fury, and she lashed out, releasing all the pent-up anger she’d bottled up for so long.

Fuck I shouldn’t be here, It was late, I was naked and I was definitely going to get into big trouble. I was in my bosses house, with his father banging on the door and from the look on Jamie‘s face he was pissed . How am I supposed to get myself out of this?

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

"I've only come across vague tales passed down through packs or mentioned by history enthusiasts. The outcome is always the same - the human bitten ends up turning feral, losing control, and posing a threat to everyone around them." Protesting his case, Tyler retorted, "I'm not feral, Isabelle. I admit I've struggled with my anger, and my focus has been on finding you. I understand I look different now, but I've kept my condition hidden, and those who helped me reach this point think it's merely a peculiar birth defect." I shook my head, unwilling to entertain the reasons that might justify Tyler's reckless actions. "You breached our security, resorted to kidnapping pack members to achieve y

Frightened, the last ones standing end up fleeing without asking for their rest. Looking around with a grunt, the Were realizes after a while that he is now alone amid the corpses and debris in the room. Sniffing the air for a moment, probably to make sure another wave wouldn't come, he then approaches me to pull on the chains under the back of my chair. I feel the tension on my leash becoming almost unbearable before easing after he destroys it, a few seconds later he tears off the straps that still hold me. I try to get up on my own, but I collapse on the ground, my legs refusing to carry me. Decided from here, I roll on myself, before crawling, ready to do anything to escape this hell.

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.

His throne. But, he, for one night, felt no bitterness at all. And spent it in a soothing embrace. He smiled as he recalled it, knowing it might’ve been the only occasion. Emilia noticed it and gave a soft sigh in return. She knew things had to be done when she came here, but she didn’t expect this much. Another task appeared on the list. Have the fake fairy fall in love with the Tyrant Emperor. Alexis had bathed and ate her breakfast slowly, not feeling rushed at the usual sight of Hector in the garden which obviously wasn’t a thing anymore. She didn’t know when her lessons with Emilia might start, but she knew she had some free time before then.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

What the hell is the meaning of this? But then my eyes caught Tamara running toward the forest naked as she carried two young pups and the orphans followed her, screaming in fear. Seconds later, two big males ran after them, growling and snarling in amusement, and I clenched my fists and snarled angrily. “Try to catch one of them alive to get some answers. I will deal with these fuckers.” My men nodded their heads, and I ran to where Tamara and the pups disappeared and I stood silently watching as one of the wolf males tripped her.