Infernal Tyrant 3 Novels & Stories

The crowd fell into a hush. And then… the door opened. Out stepped a man who made the very air tighten. Darian Rhys Draven. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in black. His Alpha King insignia shimmered against his chest. Midnight-black hair, tousled and damp from the mist. His cold silver eyes scanned the horizon first—calculating, commanding. And then, they landed on her. Time stopped. Seraphina froze. Her wolf screamed—no, howled—loud and uncontrollable in her head.

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

Then all of a sudden, the Tyrant’s eyes burned brighter than ever before. And something shifted. Its form stabilized completely. No longer flickering. No longer hesitating. It had successfully learned all it needed to know. The voice echoed again. It was cold and final. “ADAPTATION ACKNOWLEDGED.” Aria’s blood ran cold at the sound of it. Dax’s grip tightened. “ESCALATION REQUIRED,” the Tyrant added. The sky above them— Which had already been torn apart now started to split open by itself. This time, it didn’t stop for anything.

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

Victor’s POV I stepped out of the car and headed toward the five star Stainley Hotel. Tonight, an auction would be held there. I came with a simple goal to acquire the latest prototype firearm being smuggled in. Unregistered in any system. The perfect toy for someone like me. My stride was wide, firm, intimidating. “Welcome, Mr. Victor.” Several hotel executives greeted me. This auction was strictly confidential. The basement of the old hotel gleamed, crystal lights reflecting off marble surfaces, the scent of expensive perfume mingling with the stench of fear and ambition.

Torin's mouth dried. Elira continued in a theatrical voice. “Your brother is trapped in a realm of endless darkness. This is a realm called ‘The Nightveil’ A land of corrupted beasts, despair, and souls unclaimed. He lives—but he suffers under the ones who are currently absorbing his soul. I saw it in my vision. And I believe we all do know that Tyler is the rightful heir. But sadly, we thought he was dead… he is the rightful heir, not you.” Whispers exploded across the field.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

“Have one more dose. I’m sure your beloved tyrant of a mate would love to see you die a painfully slow death.” A hard kick rattled the cage loudly, and the grating sound exacerbated the ache in my head and sent me a strong wave of nausea. “Wake up! It’s no fun if I don’t see you try to suppress your screams.” He gave the cage another kick while he called me a bitch under his breath. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and as I looked at the ugly, burly man, I tried with all my might to make my gaze come across as a fiery and defiant glare.

King Richard’s head snapped toward the sound of my voice, his solid black pupils widening to the point of tearing as he took in my regular common soldier uniform. "Traitor!" the tyrant shrieked, a double-toned, demonic frequency layering through his throat as the primordial demon wolf spirit took complete control of his features. Molten ash began to leak from his gums, his jaw splitting apart to reveal rows of razor-thin fangs that dripped with gray slime. "You defiled the bloodline! You bankrupted your own solar channels to save an Eclipse servant, and you broke the third-generation sacrifice! You left my soul a hollow vessel for the Ashen Rift! Look at what you've turned me into!"