Strong Soul Slayer Tycoon Novels & Stories

The group of cowardice bullies immediately ran away. Tyr went over to Tyler and squatted down to examine Tyler’s broken legs as he said, “That boxing match one month ago was collusion between your manager and someone else. There was no debt. He just thought you were too slow in making money so he used this method to exhaust you completely so they could earn a billion dollars!” Tyler stared incredulously at Tyr, his whole body trembling slightly. “Who… are you?” “Someone who can give you another chance at life.” As he spoke, Tyr smacked down hard on Tyler’s broken legs.

"Indeed… that's what residual means… Did you really think this boulder was trying to kill you? Are you stupid?" "Shit! If the leftover killing intent is this dense… I can't even imagine how powerful this person would have been? Wait, is that why you addressed him as a god slayer?" "I don't really know if you humans are aware of this terminology… But when I was with my previous owner Neptune… we met some individuals whose strength knew no bounds. They were malevolent and powerful enough to pose a threat to even the so-called deities. We used to call them 'God Slayers' and I won't be surprised if one of them was behind this mess… "

Tyler sat in his sleek black Rolls-Royce, the purr of the engine humming beneath him as he waited for the traffic light to change. The tinted windows shielded him from the chaos outside, but his sharp gaze was fixed on the world beyond the glass. He was a man of power — a global business tycoon, the heir to an empire built not just on corporate brilliance but on blood. His father, once the feared Mafia boss of the East Coast, had died in the infamous clash between two warring crime syndicates in the '90s. That war had left a trail of fire — and Tyler had inherited the ashes... and the throne.

Bad publicity could be good publicity but my career would be plunged to the depths of this got out. "I can't Katherine. I cannot lose Nik." I fired back. "I cannot end up a one-hit star. You of all people should know that Katherine. Your career blossomed when you were dating that billionaire vlogger. When he dumped you, you were left fending for scraps with amateurs in the industry. I'm sorry I sound so insensitive right now but I don't want that kind of future for myself."

They were willing to go to hell with them. “Old Master Taylor is right! Sir Skyler, your status and identity and those of your disciples are high and honorable. Each and every one of them is nothing but powerful and strong. Two or three of them are even comparable to the King of War. Such strong people, we’re afraid that we can’t afford to hire all of you.”

I am indeed a newcomer tycoon in this city. But in the past two years, my popularity has shaken up the business world. My alliance is extensive; even my colleagues come from different countries. I have my troops here, and no one knows it. However, because I built a safe image by being the most significant donor for every charity event, a generous businessman became the husband of a widow whose father's company was almost bankrupt. I am considered a soft-hearted man, although some who know me roughly know how deadly I am. "I will buy all of Sierge's shares under a bunch of shell companies. When I have control and get their family's weaknesses from the inside, I will overthrow them from the ex

The happiest of them all was Benito from the Tyrant Rex Clan. He knew the move called Tyrant Punch, and he needed a pair of gloves to help him exert its maximum power. Unexpectedly, the gloves appeared right when he needed them the most. Benito wanted these Soulbound Gloves. With this pair of gloves, the power of his Tyrant Punch could definitely increase by a few folds.

"Please, just this once, be honest with me. Let me know something important about you, because I'm so close to believing that you're only this near to me to get an heir and nothing else. I'm almost close to believing that very soon, you'll dump me after giving birth to your child. I'm so, so, close to keeping in my mind that I—" "I'm a mafia, Schuyler." My eyes widened at his sudden answer. "I am the ruler of the underground businesses and black markets, Tartarus is my f*cking own hell." His hand grabbed me in between my jaw and neck. "Demand for a divorce again, baby. And I will kill everyone in this world without bathing an eye. Yes, you married a f*cking devil."

Dean froze for a moment, then gave a small nod, though a deeper storm raged in his heart. He couldn’t deny it—Greg was terrifyingly formidable. His every movement exuded authority, and with just a few words, he could break a person’s will completely. Watching him, Dean couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. This heir to the underworld was far from ordinary—he was a born predator.

Carlos whispers in my ear "Let's go. Trust me, today is not the day. Let's go and talk. We need to communicate with one another and figure out what exactly happened five years ago." "What the hell is going on over here?" came the bitchy voice of the woman I hate so much. Merem, the whore who fucked my man. She is the last woman I want to see right now. "Merem, what are you doing over here?" Carlos asked, then his eyes widened when he saw the figure standing behind Merem. Matteo Barzini, the father of Merem and the strongest business tycoon present in Italy. Literally half of the businesses are ran by him in Italy. But not mine, so I don't have any reason to bow down to him or anything.