Sinopsis Novel Tirani Novels & Stories

DARANA The ride to the Titterington Empire was quiet and filled with tension. Niklaus seemed to be loving every second of it and I hated him for it. “What do you even get out of this marriage anyway?” I asked angrily and he laughed. “I’ll never tell.” he replied and I shook my head, fuming silently. We arrived at the mansion and fancy wasn’t the word to describe it. I was too busy trying to help with the heist last time that I didn’t quite get a good look at it.

"My mother and sister, overwhelmed by the relief that washes over them, sink, collapsing under the weight of their profound exhaustion. Finally, they can let go and find solace in the safety and peace that Tritania offers." Finrir's hands fall still, and his gaze remains fixed on Tritan, their eyes conveying the shared understanding of their journey's significance. The room is hushed, the depths filled with a mixture of awe and anticipation as they grasp the magnitude of what lies ahead in Tritania. Finrir concludes his tale with a flourish, gracefully taking a bow that captures the admiration of his audience. As applause fills the room, Finrir's heart swells with a mixture of pride and reli

“What story? I write?” Elias nods and pulls out his phone to show me some pictures. “Yeah. You’re an author. You draw your own novel arts too. The story was about a tyrant’s captive bride. Dark romance stuff. You never finished it though. I found the book in your backpack.” The psychiatrist thinks your brain was living in the story while you were out. Mixing the accident trauma with the plot you were working on. That’s why it felt so real.”

The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft pink and gold as I navigated the maze of the Black Fur Pack territory. My footsteps were hesitant, echoing the uncertainty that clung to my every thought. The decision to seek refuge had crystallized in my mind, and a name resonated like a beacon of potential sanctuary—Elder Darius. As I approached Elder Darius' dwelling, a sense of trepidation gripped me. The wooden door creaked open, revealing the ancient yet formidable figure. His wise eyes studied me for a moment before he spoke, "What brings you here, Tania?"

My vision a hazy mess as the light cleared and a figure approached me. “Get up Elena!” The voices suddenly returned. “Your revenge is almost in sight. Do not let her stop you.” The dark urge returned again and I lifted myself from the grass with ease. I cracked my neck as the figure approached, my body feeling as light as a feather. “You dare lay your filthy hands on my son” The figure barked as it got to me, filling the air with another gust of light. She called Tirion her son. I would have been marveled by this new piece of information but the only thing that clouded my mind was revenge

“Then it’s the five of us. No reinforcements. We go in fast and surgical. No loose ends.” Talana’s voice was low. “We finish what they started the night they branded my blood.” Gianna touched Talana’s arm gently. “You’re not doing this for vengeance anymore.” Talana looked at her. “Aren’t I?” Later that night on the library balcony, the Sanchiano estate bathed in moonlight as Aria stood on the stone railing, wind tugging her hair. The files she had read, videos, names, documents, all still swirled behind her eyes.

Long time he didn’t see such softness in her eyes. “You like her.” Daniel commented. It wasn’t a question. The way Tanya talked about the baby and about Ariana gave her in. From the first moment Ariana somehow got Tanya by her side. “She is just a child. I guess before everything happened back in her country, she was living a simple life, unaware of what was going on around her. I don’t pity her. She was old enough to understand what the man was made of. But I must admit she has guts and I admire her for that. Did you know the next day she went to face the Lycan king and openly asked him for rejection? I don’t know anyone who could do that. I, myself, would think twice before demanding somet

Even the feelings he didn't like but his heart and body were coming together spontaneously following the fate he had been trying to escape from all along. Matt also knew that from then on he had stepped into the light and followed the inside of the store. He knew what was going to happen next was going to be a mess. He ruined all of his plans. He ruins everything just for a glimpse and a breeze of fragrance. Her longing for the cause of her fate was something she could never get out of. It was through the bloodshed and lust for her that he was able to break the rule.

"What I am? Don’t tell me you’re about to drop some supernatural bomb on me, because I swear—" "You’re not just some girl who stumbled into our mess, Snowfire," Damon interrupted, rising slowly from the couch. The gravity in his voice sent chills crawling up my spine. "You are the mess, Jhelani. You’re the reason it all began." My lips parted, but no words came out. Jace’s hand was still at my waist, steadying me, but it felt more like a cage now. "What do you mean by that?" I finally forced out, my voice trembling.