Tarnished Tyrant Novels & Stories

Alexander snorted sarcastically, his eyes radiating endless darkness. "It turns out that your long life has not made your eyes completely blind, Old Fossil," growled Death, pressing the sole of his shoe deeper until Valerius' veins burst. "My blood is indeed not as pure as those of you who worship the moon. Half of my spirit is the abyss of the Tartarus Trench itself. That is why a thousand mortal Alphas will never be able to touch a strand of my Queen's hair as long as I breathe." Valerius widened his eyes in horror. Tartarus. The void where demons and pre-Titan gods and goddesses are buried. Alexander Sterling is a genetic anomaly between the strongest demon spirit and an ancient wolf. No

Around him, several council members followed suit. Freya stood next, sighing dramatically with practiced pity. "I love my sister. But the political survival of Silvercrest must always come first. We cannot allow personal mistakes to ruin our relationship with the Lycan throne." A heartfelt murmur of agreement spread through the room. They admired her for her cool demeanor. Alistair's expression never changed. "The motion is approved. From now on, Ravenna Holloway is disfellowshipped from the pack." The words felt like a physical blow. Deep within my soul, my wolf, Ciel, howled in pain. Being a wolf without a pack, stripped of my bloodline by a father who viewed his children as political symb

A million questions went through her mind but she couldn’t say a word. Everyone there knew. They knew what the hunt was all about and they all looked at her expectantly. This is what they meant by becoming part of the family. Her eyes fell toward the naked man, boy really. They looked like they were the same age as her, eighteen. She wondered if it was their birthday too. The forest darkened around them as her family pressed closer forcing her to step toward the boy on the ground. She could smell his blood mix with the wet ground. It made her stomach twist. “Pull the trigger, Zira.” They said as they pushed her forward.

She saw Archfiend Antigonus fighting with the Fighters of The Twelve Stars in copper armor. 'The Tyrant of the Sky Fiend… His Excellency had used the Tyrant of the Sky Fiend,' she thought. Her body trembled, and her pretty face looked worried. Other people could not tell, but as one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, she knew that Archfiend Antigonus was forced into a hopeless situation. He would not have otherwise used the Tyrant of the Sky Fiend so easily. The Tyrant of the Sky Fiend consumed the Power of the Fiend Soul very quickly.

He was, after all, the most beautiful person she had ever seen. His peaceful face destroyed by a smirk, it seemed to cover something, like a band-aid on an amputated arm. Something much bigger than Alexis could imagine. A wound that couldn't be stitched up. "A curse." He corrected, "A curse of enthronement, family and wealth. All that wish to kill me. And what about you, Dirt? Do you wish to kill me too? For bringing you to this unfamiliar world?" His smirk deepened covering something that got larger the more he spoke.

That was what everyone used to believe because a human with a heart could never even think of doing the things he used to do and was capable of doing. Brutal was an understatement, he was straight ferocious and a nefarious nightmare for his enemies. Even his foes used to think twice before colliding their paths with him. But the thing nobody knew was he was a broken soul, seeking vengeance.. aching to stop those heartbeats which had turned him heartless. "Yes….the Parker's has surrendered themselves," His lips twitched into a satisfying smirk hearing those words from his second in command, Richard's mouth. He had already expected to hear that from him. After all what his enemies believed in

I noticed other men watching her and I gave them a glare before they quickly looked away. “If you don't want her, then you should let others enjoy our goddess.” Tiger snorted and that got me more mad. If I expected anyone to support me, it'd be him but here he was, siding with his mate. “You know why I can't claim her as ours.” I cried out painfully. “I'm not aware of your silly reason. She's ours and is perfect just like she is. Do you think that the moon goddess didn't do well by mating us with her? If so, you are indirectly calling her stupid.”

they chorused in recognition of Knox's status and authority. That was his title in the underworld and supernatural realm. Only those in the circle knew him by this identity. Knox was far from a fairy tale hero. He was a villain… the worst nightmare for those who dared to cross him. A brutal past and a life filled with harsh experiences had molded him into the man he now was - the ruthless Don of the underworld and the Tyrant of Veil—an occultic counsel within the supernatural domain. Knox didn't even spare the guards a glance as he began ascending the broad marble stairs, his footfalls ringing out like death knells in the silence.

Behind them, separated in the corner, there was a vicious warlock, whose pale face and bloody eyes, showed that there was no emotion except the desire to destroy all Tyron’s s rage was a warning to him, Sirus, that his days were numbered, but he was unaware of it. His power, to him, was everything, as well as the desire to kill and destroy those who could take that away from him.

"Or maybe we just become what we're fighting against. New tyrants wearing different colors." Kian was silent for a long moment. Then: "You don't trust him." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." The scarred wolf moved closer, his voice dropping. "I've been with Raven for three years, Aria. I've seen him build this from nothing, seen him give hope to wolves the world had abandoned. He's a good male. A strong leader. But he's also ambitious. And ambition can blind even the best of us to what we're becoming."