Reign Of The Tyrant Novels & Stories

My vision burry as I slowly open my eyes to face the consequences of my impulsive actions. Turning my head, my stomach dropped. Dark eyes. Evil grin. Husky voice. “Good fucking girl”

he continues, his voice low, “and you sign your own death.” “Kill me,” I force out through clenched teeth. His eyes turn even colder, if that’s possible. “Of course,” he murmurs, almost bitterly. “An assassin princess isn’t afraid of death.” He leans closer. A sadist. "My only regret,” I say, my voice shaking with anger, “is not killing you too.” “Repeating your regret won’t change anything,” he mocks. I shove his hand away, ready to strike, but his men grab me before I can move.

Instead, when one of my guards said that it was good to have me back, Blaze completely took over for the first time. I didn’t remember exactly what happened. However, the memory of regaining control of my body and finding my hands covered in blood still plagued my nightmares. I stood over the corpses of fifteen of my own men, good men I’d sworn as their King to protect, and all I could think about was how Blaze was finally quiet. Maybe I was just as insane as he was. They called me a tyrant after that night. The people I protected feared me more than they respected me. They were right to.

τον κόσμο. Ξεπλύνετε τους δαίμονες μέσα στο ανθρώπινο μυαλό και εξοντώστε όλους τους διαβόλους, συμπεριλαμβανομένου του Βασιλιά της Σλένια. Έτσι, δώστε μας δύναμη και τις αξίες που χρειαζόμαστε ως άνθρωποι. Χρειαζόμασταν τη δύναμή σου για τα καλά. Συμπερασματικά, αυτό θα βοηθήσε ι την ανθρωπότητα και θα συνεχίσει να ζει σε καλύτερη ζωή, εάν επιτρέψετε να ενεργοποιήσετε το The Reign of a Thousand Truths." [Meaning: Let all be heard, all our statements in this chant. We, the four mark users, request that you shall spread all the truths inside these two books across the universe. Please, enlighten the humans, especially the children. We seek peace and unity in this world. Wash away the demons

You wear your guilt like a crown on your head, it whispered—but this time, the sound was in my mind. You pretend to be a powerful king, but you are scared, Lucian—and you are weak. Everything you love turns into ash. It’s a curse that will always stay with you. You swore to be a protector, but instead, you are a destroyer. The tentacles pushed into my neck even more. Every inch of consciousness was being drained from me. I am inevitable, Lucian. I cannot be destroyed. When I rise, it will be your end. Remember that—for the next time we meet, your kingdom and your people will be at my mercy.

“I need to do something with Luciano and Dylan tomorrow night. If you haven’t found anything else when I get back, then I’ll go see this witch.” George walked away, leaving me with my thoughts. Dylan had been gone for weeks now but it wasn’t up to a day after he left that others followed. He had opened the floodgates. I couldn’t force anyone to stay. I hoped they were found by hunters wherever they were. He could tell himself all the lies he wanted but I knew. He only did this because he wanted an easy way to be Alpha. He couldn’t challenge me. Weak! Pathetic! I took a large gulp of my drink and set the glass down. I decided to run to the rendezvous point. Luciano had said a lot about a bunc

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

There is danger in the Tyrant's voice. "Forgive me Master, she tried to kill me as she did to the other men you sent—" "You're brave, you bumped into someone like her—" Regan uttered, The Tyrant smiled half and motioned to his secretary to hand over the punishment to the man. "I haven't been able to work out for a few days, I want a little fun right now" Regan exclaimed. The Tyrant's secretary threw an empty punching bag in front of the man "You choose, you become a Tyrant’s toy or you want to die right now."

Instead, he felt a hollow detachment as her cries echoed distantly in his ears. He was already so familiar with the sound of different kinds of cries. Cries of agony, of mourning, of pain. Claudia's cries were nothing new, nothing he hadn't heard before. He had once been known as a tyrant in his kingdom, feared by all, and he had long accepted that role. Why should this situation be any different?

"Her mate will betray her?" "No," the Seer had shaken her head. "That man was never her true mate. He was only the one she thought was hers. On the night of the Blood Moon, when the truth is revealed, her heart will die. That is when you must appear and give her a new life." Torin committed the words to memory. But he had one more question. "On what grounds do I enter the Omega quarters?" According to Alliance law, an Alpha could not just enter as he pleased. Not unless it was for a claiming ceremony.