Infernal Tyrant 3 Novels & Stories

Jericho on the other hand managed to set a stance with his feet, but his right leg kept trembling under the immense pressure put on it by the mass of its body, regardless, it was prepared to fight to its death. “You two have proven yourselves as worthy opponents. Therefore, I shall no longer hold back!” The tyrant said, pulling his fingers inwards and forming a fist. The strings attached to his fingers were yanked and etches embedded onto the soul sleeve began disappearing one after the other. A Violet and black swarm of embers began covering Tyndale's body from head to toe. Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground b

Tyler said, his voice was so harsh. What was he saying and to whom. That’s when it hit me the most distorious pungent smell, I got up to look at him. The Black Devil himself. He looked horrific half human half wolf, blood red eyes boring in me and his laugh that froze my blood. I was petrified. "Good work Tyler, now Warrior Kent, the most dangerous of all will dance for us." He spoke in his high pitch voice sending tremors in my body. I turned towards Tyler

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."

Samael aka Luther should not have known yet, should it not yet manifested to him and he fails in the mission. Tyler lifted his palm, releasing all the demons he had imprisoned with his invisible energy. About fifty demons rose into the air as Tyler entered the vortex; demons aren’t fit in the hole, so Cain and Josh help push them in. Tyler lifted his other hand to extinguish the remaining demons with energy that nearly struck him. He swiftly averted this by defeating the demons. It took aback Damon and Raven when it nearly toppled on them.

“The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light. For your wolves’ great fortune, you shall bear the bane, Misfortune, misery, an eternal chain.” The crowning flame knew no years. It had chosen a ten-year-old unshifted pup to be the Alpha Naturale. The crowning flame knew no tears. It forced the pup to grow up too fast and take over the pack completely at the age of sixteen. And the curse? As if her life wasn’t cursed enough! Misfortune and misery were her constant companions.

King Zavan said. “My Alpha,” Beta Tyler said. But not without a glance towards me before he stood up. The Tyrant King knelt before me then. “Come,” he said, holding a massive hand out towards me. “There is nothing left for you here.” My gaze trailed from the span of his palm, to the now-silent, now-unmoving corpse. Derek’s eyes were still partially open. Blood leaked from his slackened mouth. It was a horror, but more vivid were the images behind my eyelids that reawoken to tuck this one in among the fold. Surely I would see it in my dreams afterall.

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Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.