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.

“Who has it. Who abuses it. Who loses it. That’s our theme today.” “Let’s start easy. Macbeth.” He paces slowly, eyes scanning the room. “How does a man go from war hero to tyrant? What does it take to become the villain?” A girl in the back raises her hand. Tania. One of those girls who flirts with her eyelashes. “Would you say Macbeth was... misled? That maybe he just wanted something too badly?” Lucien raises a brow. “Wanting something doesn’t make you weak. Acting on it without care? That makes you dangerous.”

“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.

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

“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.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."