My Three Tyrant Brothers Novels & Stories

Liam laughed. “Animals like you don’t deserve to live.” Samantha stared at Liam in anger. “My brother isn’t bad like me; he's not bad enough to kill his brother; no, he can’t kill me,” Liam smirked, looking at Aaron. “Give me your wife Samantha along with the mafia seat, and then I will never bother you again.” Liam laughed, and Aaron grabbed his fist in anger. As Silas steps to stand up, Vicente stops him and gestures, “Let Aaron think about what to do with his brother.”

The first alpha spoke up, Dennis, I think. Despite them being identical triplets, Dennis's eye color is slightly different from his brothers' green ones—he has a slight blueness in his orbs which is barely noticeable. I sat back down. "Go on" "What do you want?" He asked. "I will only agree to be your mate, not a cheap whore you can get anywhere." I stated matter-of-factly. "Even better!" The third one, Derrick grinned. "We don't believe in mates or the mating bond or any shit like that!" Dennis gave Derrick a stern look which I found amusing, probably because it reminds me of my interactions with Ethan.

~Alerion~ If I had to clean up one more mess my brothers created because they couldn't keep their wolves in check around Valeria, I was going to lose my damn mind. I stood in my home office, staring at the stack of incident reports on my desk. Three fights at the school this week alone. Three. And every single one traced back to the same problem, my idiot brothers acting like territorial animals instead of the grown men they were supposed to be. The latest report was still warm from the printer. Property damage, multiple student injuries, and a very pissed off principal who was threatening suspension for all three of them. Again.

Three men who’d burn the world if I asked. And I love them…..not equally, not fairly, but undeniably. The realization sinks in like a weight I can barely hold. I can’t choose, because choosing one means losing the other two. And I’m not capable of that kind of cruelty to myself or to them. I don't want to lose any of them. I want all three stepbrothers. Call me selfish, I don't care….but I can't afford to lose any of my stepbrothers. Can't they all share me in peace?? Must they fight over me?? I mean, things were cool while they shared me amongst themselves. Things were good when the three brothers fucked me at once.

Ela and Karm pushed the men away from Tyr, picking up swords from the fallen so they could help as fight as well. I focussed on gaining control of our attackers' spirits and willing them to sleep. I watched as Tyr fought against another onslaught of soldiers, his sword blocking and striking as he knocked me out, he was a skilled fighter, but it was like he was the primary target. He'd clear one group for another to form around him. I hated that his own brother had betrayed him; I didn’t like Prince Uda, but this is the last thing Tyr would’ve expected. I couldn’t imagine the betrayal I would feel if a sibling turned on me and planned to have me killed. Growing angrier, I scanned the area for

He felt a sense of duty as the eldest—Dad always said a man must take responsibility. Hearing this, Little Terry was thrilled. But after a moment of thought, he admitted, “Bro, actually, I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” Mark had just finished one chicken leg and found some quail eggs in the bag. “What is it?” “Bro, you have three younger brothers. I’m Terry. There’s also Tod and Ted. You’re the first born son. When we were born, you were the healthiest. You stole all my nutrients.” Boom!

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

It had to do with Tyr’s attitude towards his brothers. His brother had died, and it was Tyr’s duty to vanquish his enemies. Just as he did with Shadow Totem three years ago, he always made his enemies disappear from this world. Tyr’s brothers were untouchable. If anyone dared to lay a finger on them, that enemy would surely die. And at this very moment, Tyr was incredibly furious. A swarm of black flooded towards the hotel like the incoming tide. The hotel was about to be submerged by this dark force.

He owns the biggest illegal machinery and weaponry I have ever seen in my life and on top of that he runs the biggest drug cartel this side of the border. I am not kidding, the man is not ordinary at all. He is a straight up murderer who kills to protect everything he can get his hands on and he does it with a smile like it is just another Tuesday. I hate drug dealers more than anything because that is exactly how my brother ended up dead working for one of those monsters and when he tried to stop they threatened him or maybe killed him I do not know but the forensic report said overdose and I call bullshit because my brother was a good kid who just got sucked in too deep.

At Large Cyrus Graupelfyr II: Recently sighted. For a moment I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t bear to break the fantasy if my mind was playing a desperate trick. But finally, I did. And when I blinked, the words on the page remained unchaned. My eldest brother. Alive? Not only that, but being actively hunted by the Tyrant King and his dogs. King Zavan, the rotten monster, was still trying to mete out his twisted sense of justice over a long-snuffed threat. I remember throwing my arms around my eldest brother’s beaten, broken wolf, wanting to save him– and then the Tyrant King had taken me away.