Infernal Tyrant 3 Novels & Stories

Moving on, there was a giant, around 6-meter-tall humanoid figure made of hardened black wood with the face of an old man imprinted into its bark, it was a powerful Elder Treant, and it seemed to have abilities related to controlling plants, as it was an Elder. And lastly… there was a floating sphere- no, a head of sorts, with many tentacles coming out all around its body, which each one had the tip of an eye, and there was also a bigger eye in the middle of its body… It also had a flame coming out of the tip of its head… this was an Infernal Gazer, a deadly monster from an unknown land. It possesses the ability to use psionic powers to disrupt the minds of its foes, to fire lasers from its

Boom! The star cluster erupted into a cacophony of explosions, shattering planets into oblivion. Morgott’s soul consciousness was astounded after witnessing such overwhelming power. “How... how did you do that?” “In my hands, the Tyrant Spear can unleash its full potential, yet it has never exhibited such destructive force…” James interrupted, “This is nothing. The Zephyrbane Spears comprises three parts—basic, intermediate, and advanced.”

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

"But in exchange, Nathaniel has gone all quiet. And is absent from the company. And they found him at home - wait what - passed out, 'drunk judging from all the empty bottles scattered around him'? That doesn't seem normal at all for him!" "Has he never drunk alcohol before?" "He did - but never until he passed out." "What could have upset him that much?", Michael asked the question I had on my mind. I thought, long and hard, dug around. In the end, all I could do was shrug. "Honestly no clue. What do we know about the third person in this mess?" "That they financed the newspapers, but that's it so far." "So far", I sighed. Michael took my hand. "We'll get rid off this mess together. We can

Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife. It dawned on Damitri then, in that frozen instant, the witch's warnings he'd ignored: the entity he'd summoned wasn't ally or benefactor, but the Devil of the Abyss, binder of souls, weaver of curses that tainted bloodlines forever. The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains.

"Hmph! How ignorant you are. You’re no match for me. If you have any allies, you’d better call them out to share your fate!" Tyron responded with a cold laugh. "What are you thinking? Dealing with a daemonic being like you is just a matter of lifting a finger for me." Despite his bravado, Tyron knew that killing Oscar wouldn't be easy, especially with those two terrifying puppets by his side. Right now, he was in a passive position, struggling against the combined attack of Oscar and the two dark immortals. Oscar sneered again. "Hmph! Are you afraid now? You’re truly laughable. Still not calling for your helpers?"

Only the Shadow level experts remained upright, but they were beyond shocked at that point. They stared at Wilbur, unable to believe their eyes. Could someone more powerful than them actually exist in this world? Just as everyone was still staring on with their jaws agape, Wilbur cried out, "Tyrant of No Other: Infernal Dragon." Wilbur waved his sword. A thunder dragon spanning over ten meters long surged out of Wilbur's sword. It was covered in inscriptions, a bright red infernal stream flowing inside its body as it charged toward Roy. The Infernal Dragon was much more powerful than the thunder dragon Wilbur had unleashed on Roy before.

She had probably never thought she would end up in such a state. Boom! Breena Davey decisively chose to self-destruct. It was the Tyrant King’s first time battling with a human cultivator in the universe after three millennia. It got too excited, and forgot that human cultivators often loved self-destruction. In an instant, its face was covered in grime, and its palm turned bloody from the explosion. “Motherf**cker! I forgot these ants love blowing themselves up the most!” The Tyrant King, whose hand was injured from the explosion, gritted its teeth in pain and stomped its foot furiously. “Kill! Kill all the ants here and raze this place to the ground!”

Go, now, into the abyss. As I spoke, the sky darkened to black, as thunder rumbled. I could feel the power churning within me, unprecedented, never seen before. I watched as Lucifer, The Dark Lord, Cain, The Destroyer and Baèl, The Eternal One got sucked into another dimension, the abyss. I sighed. I felt the weapon dissipate, as though it never existed in the first place. The black aura of death fading along with it. I was back to Dean Olsen, the human. Then, I took off in a run. Tyler was dying.

“I-I’m not mortal. Not...anymore -and that’s not -- I mean -- You’re supposed to be, you know-- beastly!” Cerberus put a hand to his broad chest, as if insulted. “Beastly? I'll have you know this is the body most of Hell prefers. Caius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tyrel, darling, he is a three-headed hell hound. That is his.well, primal form. This” Caius gestured toward the handsome demon, “is the one he uses when he doesn’t want to rip furniture apart by merely existing.”