I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away Novels & Stories

Then, to my surprise, he burst into laughter, loud and unrestrained. The sound echoed off the walls, unnerving in its intensity. I exchanged a wary glance with Ryker, who looked equally unsettled. Tyson’s amusement seemed almost hysterical as he clutched his ribs, his body shaking with mirth. “You think I’ll let you walk out of here just like that?” he asked, wiping tears from his eyes. “How cute.” His tone turned icy, the smile vanishing. “This house is drenched in gasoline. One wrong move and I’ll light this place up. We’ll all go up in flames, including your precious little monarchy. So tell me, Camilla, how brave are you feeling now?”

Gaby mind-linked Tatiana while she was grabbing the food. “It was the Hoh Forest Pack again, they attacked a young rogue named Tyler. He suffered nothing more than a broken leg thanks to the Rogue Gamma. He chased the warriors away and brought Tyler back to the village.” “Is he there now?” “Yes, I am going to give him something to eat. Dorthea gave him an earful, so I think it is the least I can do.” “Dorthea, why?” “I will explain later. How far away are you?”

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

- No, you have to understand each other, it's just us now and we can't kill each other. - SHE TOOK TESSA'S LEG AND ARM OFF! You cannot go unpunished. She did nothing wrong, she was obedient, and what did she get out of it? She is missing a liver and her lungs are damaged. We who make the rules now. -She looked seriously at me pushing Terceira to the side and parading towards me with her claws and fangs showing, all her hatred.

He was saying and then trailed off with a sly smile across his face. "How about we merge and I become the supreme leader?. " I asked coyly and his face got heated up. " No one wants a ruler that kills his own mother!." Lupa growled and my eyes immediately went to Fraye. As our looks collided, she stared at me and then shamefully looked down. Out of anger, my wolf could no longer resist and tried to force himself out but I shut him out . I shifted positions abruptly and threw my whole body on him, giving a loud groan.

The Tyrant should not see her crying because she was sure her Papa Regan will get mad— because he didn't teach her to be weak and softhearted. "The important thing is, you came back to me safe and sound," said the Tyrant. Zandro, on the other hand, was stunned as the helicopter flew away. “Why did you betray me?!!" He mumbled bitterly then fell to the ground and let go of his gun "It hurts even more than a bullet sunk into my flesh."

a cool, chillingly familiar voice echoed from the shattered doorway. The shadows in the corner of the master suite detached themselves from the walls, twisting and thickening until they coalesced into a towering, humanoid silhouette wreathed in crackling blue lightning and void-black armor. A sharp, mocking smile cut across a scarred, pale face as the figure stepped forward, leaning heavily on a spear carved from pure, condensed starlight. It was High Commander Vane—the exiled tyrant of the Southern Abyssal Trench whom Caelum had cast into the void a decade ago.

Birds chirped overhead, and somewhere in the distance, I could hear the sound of running water. Ruby was asleep by my side, her tiny body warm against my feathers. She had barely stirred since we left, mostly eating and sleeping was her routine plus being exhausted from everything that had happened. I couldn't blame her. I was exhausted too. "You know," I said through our telepathic link, "for someone who's supposed to be banished, you seem awfully relaxed." Kealen was leaning against the plush seat of the carriage, his eyes half-closed. He looked like he was about to fall asleep himself.