Tarnished Tyrant Novels & Stories

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.

“You want to talk about betrayal? What about you keeping Emmy’s paternity a secret? You let me go on thinking he was just another threat, when all along, the same Tyrant's blood flowed through us.” “That’s not the same thing…” “It is!” he roared, and the windows trembled in their frames. “You picked and chose what I deserved to know….Just like you're doing now.” I stared at him, stunned. Thane had always been intense, yes…but this… this was different. His aura was dark, possessive. Dangerous and I suddenly remembered Alpha Hyperion's words about him turning into a monster. “I never meant to hurt you,” I said softly, trembling now.

"You don't need to teach me the rules and regulations of the professional world. Besides I know it better than you. And let me remind you I am an employee not a slave. There is a vast difference between these two terms. Knock some sense in your thick skull, Mr. Knight. Moreover, if I won't sign it what worst could happen? You'll either cancel the deal or threaten me with something but let me make it clear that by doing so you yourself will call the death on your door. Not only your plan of staying hidden forever from the world will get demolished but also your real face will be unmasked and once again your image will be sabotaged...... VENOM" I spat fiercely. His eyes never left mine. I scof

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

With nothing beneath the thin fabric Blaise had thrown over her, every hunched step risked giving them more of a show. “Is this how you punish guests?” she asked, breath hitching as another wave crashed through her. Her stomach clenched; invisible wings seemed to brush sensitive walls inside her. She gripped the railing hard to keep from falling. “By stripping them of dignity until all they want is to disappear six feet under?” “Oh, little bird.” Blaise matched her pace easily. “This isn’t even punishment. Those we truly punish end up six feet under for entirely different reasons.” An image of Ashclaw’s ruined grounds flashed behind her eyes—bodies, blood, smoke. Embarrassment was not death.

Although everyone knew Tarrin as the smiling and always goofy second in command, his techniques to get under people's skin worked every time, and his relentless and heartless attacks would break down each wall that stemmed to protect them, and so he did. “Looks like you were enjoying being used as that bastard's sexual slave, living for nothing and just his will to sate his pleasure. You have no self-dignity. How the mighty Bandora heiress has fallen, but hey, anything it takes to survive, huh? Even if it meant preventing and fucking that lycan bastard,” Tarrin mutters, spitting. Navori feels every sense of mortification rush into her as she beholds the wicked gamma. Yes, it felt like they w

Bourbon looked at her and I noticed Tyron's perfectly-shaped eyebrow raise in question. He is curious. Damn it. If this keeps us, Valerie is going to be in danger. Tyron is nothing but an egotistical bastard who always tried to make my life miserable. His name suits him perfectly wel, being a tryant and good at nothing else but to terrorize people around him.

If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level. Everything was happening at once, as though fate had already decided to tighten the noose around my neck. Fine. That’s alright. I’ve faced worse. The hunt would be my opportunity. I wouldn’t let it go to waste. I didn’t know what Elder Valen had in store but it would be worth a shot and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Whether I returned from the hunt as the tyrant’s killer…. Or a failure. Only fate would decide.

“She won’t even remember.” My vision blacked for a second. That filthy audacity. Rolex. Of course it was him. One of Zargov’s most pathetic lapdogs. Always high on arrogance, low on brains. The kind of guy who couldn’t get a woman unless she was unconscious. He's pathetic, he doesn't know how to unravel a woman…how to make her cry pleasurably and beg desperately. I didn’t bother knocking. I swung myself through the window like a fucking demon.