Reign Of The Tyrant Novels & Stories

He didn’t say anything, he just glared at Caine who was laying on the bed, as if everything was alright. Letting out a sigh, Caine stood up, looked at Isaac and said: “Don’t worry, everything is under control, the men have him cornered.” “And how sure are you that this is going to work?” Isaac asked sternly. Worried that if their attempt to kidnap Arthur fails, they’ll be lucky if they get arrested. The Stark’s wield terrifying power, they could make anyone disappear from the face of the Earth. Smiling, Caine walked to Isaac, patting him on the shoulder as he convincingly said, “Have some trust in your little brother will you?”

The ancient crest gleamed with an absolute authority that demanded his submission. "Your son is broken, your daughter-in-law is hunting a ghost in the east, and your army is guarding empty borders," I whispered into the tyrant's ear, a slow, beautiful, and entirely lethal smile curling my lips. "The kitchen rat is on the dais, Richard. And your dynasty is officially out of time."

"He offers two choices to those he conquers: swear absolute fealty to the Northern throne, or be wiped from memory entirely. There is no middle ground with King Kael." I listened in absolute silence, my hazel eyes fixed on the frozen bird in my lap. Every word they spoke painted a portrait of a monster—a tyrant of unimaginable violence and absolute power. This was the man who ruled the gargantuan fortress above my head. This was the dark sovereign who commanded the black-armored legions patrolling the high battlements. In the South, Ethan had played the part of a tyrant, posturing with his title and beating down those weaker than him to feel powerful. But Ethan was a small, desperate boy pla

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

"This book was once written by a king from a very long time ago when many religions were in the making; the king was a sage and very intelligent. He wrote things in his book that were ahead of his time. The Saints and the preachers didn't understand and thought of him as a monster. He had a son and a wife. When his reign was brought down by the people who followed different religions and was unable to handle the truth that was written in the book, they murdered him, but his wife and some of his people preserved this book." “and what happened to his son," I asked. "I don't know" he sighed, "tomorrow is the day. Rose, you have to fight, I have to keep you here until tomorrow. It’s the order" "

They were poor in the past, but they were very happy. Gradually, the girl and her brothers grew up, and their father became increasingly old. The resentment between the brothers and the girl was getting stronger and stronger, but their father did not care about it. He just wanted to get one thing, power! Finally, their father obtained the power that he wanted. He became the tyrant of Celandine City by replacing the former tyrant. He established his reputation, and nobody dared to stand up to him. Her brothers also grew more and more unruly.

“As long as we’re together... no one can defeat us.” Damian smiled faintly—the smile of a dark king. “No one.” Snow fell like the final curtain before the next great war began.

But if I took my own life…. No. I shook my head. Taking my own life meant Lurien had won, it meant Zayan would live miserably. No. I have to survive to get my revenge— The carriage lurched forward, violently throwing me off the seat. I hadn't even caught my breath when its wooden doors swung open and strong arms grabbed my arms. I was pulled out of the carriage and my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. NOCTHRAX. A great wall that spread across acres and acres of land that you couldn't see both of its ends, the wall stood tall, strong, and ancient. Four hefty soldiers stood at its mighty black gate with gold intricate design and in its middle was our Kingdom's sacred crest.

“What does it matter to the south what blood runs through the King’s veins? You already call him a tyrant. Isn’t that enough reason for your rebellion?” “A tyrant can still have mindless followers who would defend them blindly,” Orion states coldly, stepping so close I can smell his scent. He smells like cedarwood. “But a Fae ruling a werewolf Kingdom? That is an abomination. That is a breach of the ancient treaties. If I have solid proof that a Fae sits on the throne of Māui, the entire continent will rise against him. The alliance we have with other kingdoms will shatter unless he is taken down cruelly.”

Now, it was probably Tyr, as only three of the emperors were left, and even then, they’d have to respect Tyr’s wishes. “You don’t understand what’s going on,” Tyr said calmly, gently pressing his temples. “D*mn it!” Faun hated Tyr’s current attitude. In Faun’s mind, with all his men encircling Tyr, the young man should be kneeling on the ground and begging for his life. Yet, he was still so arrogant, which infuriated Faun. “D*mn it! Get him, everyone, get him now!” Faun roared. Tyr put a finger to his lips. “Shh!”