Infernal Tyrant 3 Novels & Stories

I suddenly turn around and can't stop smiling. I leap forward and take Matteo, Elio and Santo's third brother, in my arms. The resemblance between the three brothers is undeniable. They are all tall, dark, and typically Mediterranean. The three brothers have inherited eyes of a blue so dark that they seem almost black depending on the light. In addition, they all exude natural charisma on different scales. As the eldest, Elio inspires authority. Santo, the second brother, provokes fear with his mere presence. Finally, Matteo, the last one, is a born seducer.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her with each smooth, deft stroke of his fingers, until she was drowning in intoxicating delight. "I-is that so...?" She panted and questioned him, but he responded by stroking her even harder as she arched up against him, dizzy with the desire for more. "Ngh-!" ".. Does that feel good too?" She slowly nodded her head, closing her eyes. "Then... what about this?" Her eyes widened in shock as he slid his fingers within her, caressing her there as well. "... A-Azazel!" But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

Hearing the sound of War Soul roaring here, everyone in the Blood Altar Area immediately knew that the war should change. Blood Altar Area's combined combat power, until now, should finally explode out completely. Underneath the Ghost Scene Female General, possessing five Demon Tyrants, in the Blood Altar Area is also considered a non-trivial strength. At this moment, regardless of whether Demon Tyrant N1 is still Demon Tyrant N2, including Demon Tyrant N3, each heart is filled with anger. The true Blood Altar Area's combat power at this moment could finally break out without hesitation.

She was very wrong. “What do you mean by that! Y- You crazy girl! You’ve basically made a pact with devil! I told you not to speak to that man!” Her pale face was ashen, her hands clutched her head at her approaching migraine, but most of all, she prominently glared at Alexis. Then as if losing all hope her hands fell dramatically to her side, “The Kaedmen Empire has no hope…” she muttered with desolate eyes that stared up at the ceiling, searching for some kind of light. Hector was also exactly the same, except a much more milder version. He pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed expression as he summoned mountains of book. Some related to Vampires and others that might just help th

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.

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