My Three Tyrant Brothers Novels & Stories

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

Alex and his brothers take a few step forward but stopped as soon as Terry hissed at them. "Get the fuck away from her ,Terry! She has nothing to do with this! It's between you and me." Alex suddenly spat, completely losing it as he lunged forward but a group of guys grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. All look like Terry. My eyes widened when I realized that it was Henry, Chris and Lance, Terry's identical quadruplet brothers. Their nails digging deep inside of Alex arms who was now breaking free from their grip. In a moment, it was Alex hitting them all. One man against three. "If you hit them again, I will kill her!" Terry yelled as his voice cause shiver down my spine and I gasped

Three. The principal’s voice boomed across the hall, breaking the heavy silence. “As you can see, the Alpha heir you’ve always known is not just one person. They are three brothers, bound by a curse since birth. Alpha Kai, Alpha Riven, and Alpha Dax.” He gestured among all three. Gasps and whispers rose around me like a tidal wave. I barely heard them. My gaze stayed locked on the brothers, memories flashing in my mind like broken glass. Kai’s cold eyes watching me get bullied.

He sighed and said thoughtfully, "What a stupid brother. How can he still be caught since he had the Tyrant Hammer with him?" The three brothers looked at each other and were amused with how Goddad acted like an adult. At that moment, Zephyr had returned quickly with a solemn face. He shouted from a distance, "Crap! The situation is bad!"

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.

The Man on the floor pleaded. "When you signed your life to Mr. Tyler, didn't you read the whole contract?" "You sign the life of your family as well..so they'll pay off your problem," Sylvester said again. "No. she's just nine years old. The Man pleaded in tears." "No...I think.." "We have one Rule Sylvester...one Rule that no one ever breaks." "Not even me myself." Brian finally voiced out. He walked out from where he was and walked down the stairs. "Oh My!! To what do I owe this honor? Mr. Maxwell." Sylvester said and gave a slight bow....as if acting like a cheerful servant.

They sported strange purple eyes and dark hair, and they all huddled together, away from the witches and the vampires. As they gathered at the entrance of the mansion, Diana stepped outside with her brothers flanking her on both sides. Alpha Alaric then walked out majestically, his mate beside him, and he began to address the crowd. "Allow me to introduce you to my children. The triplets, and future Alphas of the pack. Alden, Asher and Axel." A large number of the girls in the crowd giggled shyly when they noticed how handsome the triplets were.

And the thought of it jerks my spine and ticks my brain in the wrong way. And not just three losers from somewhere in the realm. No, that would be a too great miracle to ask from the Goddess. These three men are rogues. These men are alphas with too much baggage on their backs to be my daughter’s mates. I know the Kincaid brothers. Hell, I’m upto date with every alpha in the realm whether they know me or not and these guys are the worst of the alphas to ever exist. They are fucking brutes. They are fucking reckless.

Thomas was the oldest being six hundred years old, followed by Roman, Robert and lastly Logan the youngest at three hundred years. The fight between the four brothers was fierce, everyone wanted to get the power, however Thomas had the upper hand since he was the oldest and having the support from his brother Roman. The rule was that whoever wanted to be king was to kill all his brothers or to publicly declared that they weren’t interested. Their father would never hand over power to any of his sons.

"So, who exactly are you?" The two sneered. "We're your uncles, Tyrell and Barrett. You're the son of our third brother, Cyrus, which makes you our nephew." "And we, the Lester family, are one of the renowned Great Four Warrior Clans of Mirage City! One of the rulers of this land!"