Tarnished Tyrant Novels & Stories

She arches a thin gray brow. “Traitors,” Fireside affirms, apparently oblivious to the new weight in the air, the sizzle raising the hairs on everyone’s arms and legs. “What else would you call those who flaunt the natural order? Who rise against their alpha and seek to sow disorder and discontent? What other word for those who place their selfish interests above the unity and good of the pack?” The witch replies softly, but I have no doubt she can be heard at the very back of the hall. “Oh, I would call such a male worse than a traitor, and I would say to him that his time is coming, for him and all his ilk.”

She stood up and went inside her room. She threw herself on the bed, she cried everything she should cry, she thought about being betrayed and thought about Mr. Leo, She got angrier and more angry. What will I do with the man? He is so different from me. He has avoided it as a person. "a damn tyrant". She shouted and soaked her face on the pillow.

"Life isn't about power, wealth and status only mother." "What else then? Flowers, piece, rainbow and sunshine!? Open your eyes! It's only people like us on the top that survive, that are worthy of the world! Not some lower-class rats!" "So you think Sara isn't worthy of my name, tried to separate us countless of times to make sure Eleanor and I got back together?" "God yes - do I need to spell it out for you?!" "Over my dead body will I ever return to Eleanor and you know that yourself - so get that thought out of your head before I get the police involved."

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

“Tyron, tell me about your daemon clan. What’s the situation there?” Adrian asked. “Alright,” Tyron began, no longer holding back. “The eight branches of the daemon clan were consumed by endless hatred and war. They wouldn't listen to reason. When space shattered, both I and the Gilded Tyrant got trapped in the maritime immortal world. The Gilded Tyrant, due to his daemon identity, was besieged by humans and had to seal himself in the underwater ruins. I, on the other hand, disguised myself as a human and roamed the world for years.

Intrigue could turn into obsession, and obsession could lead to destruction. “Let her come,” I murmured to the night. “Let her rise. The higher she climbs, the more devastating her fall will be.” My reflection in the dark glass grinned back at me, sharp and ruthless. I wasn’t just grasping power anymore. I was crowning myself a kingmaker, savior, tyrant—all rolled into one. And soon, Florence wouldn’t just kneel. It would worship.

“You already implied to me and Helene that you are planning something against him—” “You mean the conversation where I shielded you both from being accomplices to treason?” I hissed as quietly as I could manage. “After this conversation, you’re much more than an accomplice now.” “I don’t care about that!” Tyron bellowed before lowering his voice again. “There are more important things at stake, like the future of this country.” His eyes watered as he said, “I don’t want my child growing up under the rule of a king like Owen.”

He looks down at me, his eyes studying mine, and I almost cower. Despite my faltering step, I keep standing tall, lifting my chin as I say, "That isn't necessary." "This is your life being threatened," he states evenly. "Though you seem pretty okay with that." He takes a step closer. "And I would believe you," he continues, "but you don't seem fearful. Or the least bit concerned about the predicament you're in." I lick my lips, "Call me fearless." "Even the most fearless people fear death." he taunts, "so you aren't fearless, princess."

There are two kinds of people, those that respected me and the ones who are afraid of me. I took over my father's position as leader of our ring five years ago, It was my obligation to set an example every one of our men had to follow, there was no absolution for any errors, our enemies had to know that I wasn't one to trifle with if my father had been the very devil, I was the spawn of Satan himself. It was my life, and I was very proud of my achievements. The first time I saw Gabrielle, she had been ten years old.

When it was just the two of us in that balcony I felt like I was home, but he was so remarkably handsome that I could not think straight. I could not even look into his dark eyes that always seemed like they were trying to pierce my soul. He had this aura around him that screamed elegance, charm, control and power. He spoke like someone who knew what he wanted and went straight ahead for it. Like a ruthless conqueror. He definitely beat all the men I had fantasised about a billion times over. When I told him he was too good to be true I meant it. Then he had to go ahead and make fun of me by saying he was a vampire, just when I thought that we were heading somewhere.