Infernal Tyrant 3 Novels & Stories

he said. “Alpha —” “Clear it first. Make sure it’s empty. Then burn it to the ground. A place that condones kidnapping doesn’t get to keep standing.” He ended the call and got back in the car. Behind them, ten minutes later, the sky above the Vortex turned orange. Zander watched it in the side mirror. His face didn’t change. “Good,” was all he said.

- he started in a low and urgent tone of voice. I scrunched up my face, feeling an inexplicable foreboding. "What is it?" Aaron's stare focused on my eyes. "It's Ryker." My heart skipped a beat. Ryker, the vile sorcerer who had been attempting to subdue the kingdom for months. What did he have to do with anything? "What about Ryker?" I asked softly. Aaron's jaw clenched. "He's gotten his hands on the ancient spellbook. The one that holds the secrets of the Blood Moon Ritual."

Angelica explains to him, trying to get him up to date with what is going on here now at the present time. “Tyler’s dead.” He now said, as he took a step back, as the look of relief took over his face, but that relief wasn’t going to remain on his face too long when I explained to him what we were now up against. “Yes, but now we are having to deal with his son, who is just as evil as he was, or more. The heir has acquired a telus that allows him to steal other’s powers and abilities, and with this telus, we haven’t been able to stop him.”

Grabbing it, I wedged it under the lid of the nearest crate and pried it open. The lid popped off with a loud creak, and what I saw inside made my stomach drop. Weapons. Hundreds of them. High-grade military rifles, explosives, everything you’d need to wage a small war. I cursed under my breath. This was bigger than I had imagined. They weren’t just planning another bombing—this was an arsenal, enough firepower to destabilize the entire city. I didn’t have time to think before I heard footsteps behind me. One of the men had followed me into the container.

“W-what are you doing?” “…Of Sylrune Pack reject you, Zarelia Drakonis, daughter of the late Alpha, Orion as my mate and Luna.” ~ ~ ~ My wrist burned where the silver chains rubbed against my sore, raw flesh making me wince. My prison cell reeked of piss, rust, blood, and what I suspected to be decaying bodies. Every time I inhaled, I could taste the mixture of these horrid smells on my tongue and it made bile rise to my throat each time.

"Look at the Savior you knelt to!" He pointed a shaking finger at Leo. The boy’s gold-basalt legs glowed with a dull, rhythmic violet light—the mark of the 14-B slaving protocol. "He isn't anchoring you to a home! He’s anchoring you to a tomb!" Halloway shrieked. "He’s a Stone Tyrant, just like his Mother! Look at his legs! He’s already given up his humanity to become part of the rock. He doesn't feel the hunger anymore. He doesn't feel the weight of your lungs collapsing!"

This malevolence, known as the Infernal Nexus, fed on the despair and suffering of lost souls, fueling the eternal torment that trapped them. It was this Nexus that Belial had tapped into, granting her immense power over the serpents. Armed with this knowledge, Edna devised a daring plan. She would venture into the heart of the Infernal Nexus itself, facing the ultimate embodiment of evil. She descended into the abyss, navigating treacherous terrain and battling grotesque monstrosities that guarded the Nexus. At last, Edna stood before the pulsating core of the Infernal Nexus, its dark energy swirling in a maelstrom of anguish. Drawing upon her indomitable will, she stepped forward, defying

She saw Archfiend Antigonus fighting with the Fighters of The Twelve Stars in copper armor. 'The Tyrant of the Sky Fiend… His Excellency had used the Tyrant of the Sky Fiend,' she thought. Her body trembled, and her pretty face looked worried. Other people could not tell, but as one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, she knew that Archfiend Antigonus was forced into a hopeless situation. He would not have otherwise used the Tyrant of the Sky Fiend so easily. The Tyrant of the Sky Fiend consumed the Power of the Fiend Soul very quickly.

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