Novel & Cerita Tarnished Tyrant

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."

That thought warmed her heart and body, she wanted to see him, she wanted to have him by her side at that moment and at every other moment of her life and she could only hope that he wanted the same. Taryn pulled herself up to starboard, her chin high, her look proud as she looked at her uncle, the usurper, the destroyer of her family. "Your hands are stained with the blood of my mother and innocent, innocent people who have paid for your envy, for your sadism. You sit in a place that does not belong to you, you wear a crown that does not belong to you and you will perish for it. You will suffer as much as all the victims of your wickedness have suffered, and I will stand by and watch, while

My presence anywhere elicited such emotions from anyone. “Where is Tyron?” The name belonged to the Rogue who owned the club and the one I had come there for. Tyron had been a part of Alpha Tauren’s pack. One of his warrior wolves who had allegedly being in love with one of the Omegas in Alpha Tauren’s harem. He was caught fooling around with her and was beaten to a pulp before he was locked up and left to starve.

The mocking glint in his eye sparkled like a challenge, as he deliberately invoked her defunct title, a cruel reminder of her lost status. Inayat's gaze flashed with disgust, her lips parting to unleash a sharp retort. "Though your dream has come true, you're nothing but a tyrant to me. You may have power over me, but never my spirit," she spat, her voice trembling with defiance, "still basking in the glory of your own pride, which could swallow the mightiest mountains whole. I'm not scared of you," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper, "if only you knew, traitor, I'll never submit to you willingly."

King Richard’s head snapped toward the sound of my voice, his solid black pupils widening to the point of tearing as he took in my regular common soldier uniform. "Traitor!" the tyrant shrieked, a double-toned, demonic frequency layering through his throat as the primordial demon wolf spirit took complete control of his features. Molten ash began to leak from his gums, his jaw splitting apart to reveal rows of razor-thin fangs that dripped with gray slime. "You defiled the bloodline! You bankrupted your own solar channels to save an Eclipse servant, and you broke the third-generation sacrifice! You left my soul a hollow vessel for the Ashen Rift! Look at what you've turned me into!"

I had traded my most lethal secret in hopes of buying a ticket out of this royal death trap. And he had looked me dead in the eye and said *no*. A volatile wave of pure, hot fury crashed over me, so intense it made my vision blur. *He cheated me,* my inner wolf snarled, her phantom claws scraping against the walls of my mind, echoing the wild, chaotic resentment vibrating through my bones. *He took our truth, he took our blood, and he locked the cage tighter. He is a tyrant. A cold, unyielding monster.*

he said. “Alpha —” “Clear it first. Make sure it’s empty. Then burn it to the ground. A place that condones kidnapping doesn’t get to keep standing.” He ended the call and got back in the car. Behind them, ten minutes later, the sky above the Vortex turned orange. Zander watched it in the side mirror. His face didn’t change. “Good,” was all he said.

"As long as the evil soul tied with the destiny of the Tyrant Hybrid is alive, and closer to him, the world would be destroyed into pieces!! The evil soul must be eliminated first before the Tyrant Hybrid can be killed!" Those were the words that the seer uttered loudly...

“I’m tying up loose ends. That’s what family does, isn’t it? Protects its legacy. We’ve wiped every trace of your existence—no name, no records, no past. To the world, you don’t exist. Why keep you alive, when you are invisible to the world?” My blood turned cold, but I refused to let him see the fear creeping up my spine. I straightened my shoulders, keeping my gaze locked on his. “You’re a coward, Kirill,” I spat, “Hiding behind your poisons and chains. You couldn’t even finish me off face-to-face. You all are losers and always will be losers” I laughed bitterly.