Reign Of The Tyrant Mga Nobela at Kwento

mocked "Should not the temple be a refuge for those who do not wish to live under the orders of a tyrannical sovereign?" That incredible pair of eyes analyzed me. "Someone like our "father"?" "Someone like our emperor who insists on calling himself king." She snitched. "He’s not a tyrant. Callisto would never become someone like that phony god." I let out a low, snitchy laugh. "Of course, of course... how could the man who condemned humanity to a dark world and almost impossible to survive... be coldly called a tyrant?" I teased her in the corner of my eye, but Anneliese didn’t seem too happy about it.

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.

He looked at his reflection, his eyes filled with a cold and bone-chilling determination. Before this rebirth, he had experienced the most miserable and desperate time in his life. His beloved girlfriend, Selena Venom, had betrayed him after ten years of love and got together with his most trusted friend, Damian Blackwell. The two of them even conspired to cheat him out of his accumulated wealth, elixirs, magical treasures, and finally lured him into the depths of the Black Dragon King's lair to die.

In control again. “I need to know you will obey me now, Raven. You ran yesterday. I understand that. I should have known I couldn’t cage you, once you were tired of being caged. But now, I am demanding your obedience. Do you understand?” “I understand,” she said, meaning it. “Good.” His fingertips grazed her jaw, making her shiver. His scent, his heat, his dark, dark gaze… This was safety. This was who she belonged to. “I have one other question. Answer me honestly.”

As I sat on the wet grass, my cloak and dress covered in mud, my skin cold to the bones, all I could think was all of the families that have to leave here, go home without a sister, a brother, husband, wife or parent. I felt so much shame, so much sadness and anger. Just so much shame… oh the shame! That I… a princess will never be able to give these people a better life. I wish I could tell them all to run… run away and promise them their king wouldn’t send his guards to hunt them down and bring them back. He didn’t believe in free will here. They weren’t allowed to just come and go as they used to. I wish I could tell them to have hope, that the good King’s out there will come and rescue t

His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae. “His Majesty demands your presence—now!” Zane’s mouth went dry. His palms began to sweat beneath the borrowed sleeves. For all his bravado, his pulse thundered in his ears. His life as Korea’s self proclaimed “King” flashed behind his eyelids. Back home, he had stared down men with guns pressed to his temple, had laughed in the faces of rivals who wanted him buried in concrete—but this? This was worse. Here, he was nothing but a bug wearing borrowed skin. This was a world where his rules didn’t matter, where there was no bargaining, no deal-making. If they caught him—really caught him—his head would decorate a pike by dawn.

Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a powerful Lycan King named Alpha Jerri Bullet. He was feared by all, for his cruelty and merciless ways knew no bounds. Jerri was known to enslave humans and werewolves alike, using them for his pleasure and as soldiers in his army. Under his reign, the land had become a place of fear and oppression. But despite his tyranny, there were those who still dared to resist him. Those who were ready to go down, and be totally free from his torments.

The taunts and sarcasm in his voice made the men laugh. "A hundred thousand." This one was closer to the front. Older. Gray at his temples and a smile that made my skin crawl with worms. “Is that all the princess is worth?” Another laughter took everyone in the room. Anya wanted to shift and show everyone what we were made of. But I don’t think I can take all the alphas in the room at the same time. This would be a sucide move and even in my current state, I wasn’t ready to leave the world.

The earth shook violently, and the ground cracked open slightly, showing the pits of hell beneath it. There was raging magma threatens to escape from the crevices on the earth’s floor and the atmosphere seemed chaotic. I had not noticed it before, but I was levitating. Everyone looked miniscule from the height I levitated at. I closed my eyes for a split second and summoned Ambrosius and Alveric. When they appeared, they both looked at me with stunned looks on their faces. “Today is the day that I will purge the Earth of my enemies. Those who wish to be under my reign are free to join me and fight with me. Those who choose to be loyal to anyone beside me, will be perished indefinitely.” I sa

"Which is exactly what I'm doing." "B-B-But w-with a servant!" Rogers was turning purple now. "A nobody! An omega with no family, a common slave of the palace." "Enough." My voice dropped to that quiet tone that made grown men step back. "I've made my decision." Taylor Briggs rose from his seat, his grey beard bristling. He was the head councilman, the one with the most influence and the one who'd been pushing his simpering daughter at me for the past three years.