Novel & Cerita Tarnished Tyrant

It calmed me enough for the moment. I turned from them, cloak snapping behind me, and strode out as their whispers rose again in my wake. I didn’t need wolf-hearing to catch them this time. Tyrant. The word should have shamed me. Instead, fury coiled hot and certain in my chest. If they wanted a tyrant, then a tyrant I would be.

Jericho on the other hand managed to set a stance with his feet, but his right leg kept trembling under the immense pressure put on it by the mass of its body, regardless, it was prepared to fight to its death. “You two have proven yourselves as worthy opponents. Therefore, I shall no longer hold back!” The tyrant said, pulling his fingers inwards and forming a fist. The strings attached to his fingers were yanked and etches embedded onto the soul sleeve began disappearing one after the other. A Violet and black swarm of embers began covering Tyndale's body from head to toe. Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground b

“Try.” I stop fighting, sag against him. Blood smears on my shirt. His blood. Viktor’s blood. Everything’s blood now. “I heard her,” I whisper. “She called me a child bride. A phase.” “You’re not.” “Then what am I?” “Mine.” I cry into his chest as he holds me. What sort of syndrome is this I think.

Their leg was caught in a bear trap and was shredded all the way to the bone from all the twisting and moving during their transformation. “It’s time, Zira. Come bag your first wolf.” Her father stepped forward and handed her the pistol he always kept on his hip. He pulled the chamber back exposing the shiny silver bullet in the chamber. Before shoving it into her shaking hands. A million questions went through her mind but she couldn’t say a word.

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.

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.”

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."

The one thing which she's scared of and the one thing that has made her endlessly worship the temple, the one thing she had battled to destroy but she couldn't! No one knew what it was, but only a few knew —Lady Macbeth, Shawn, her siblings, the witch, and Old Basildon. "The expression on her face carried pure fear and terror," Lady Macbeth muttered, and Shawn blankly nods. Old Basildon snickered mockingly at the look on Isle's face. "You look like an ugly which right now, Isle. But it's a good thing that the tyrant Queen sure has a nightmare, and she wouldn't want to hear about it." He taunted and then, he vanished into the thin air as if he wasn't there a second ago.

He kept saying he would protect me and our child at all costs. All I knew about Tyrant was he was the illegitimate child of alpha of the Jupitus pack. The Jupitus pack was one of the strongest packs with the strongest standing army in Lycannora, the world of the werewolves. He wasn’t even a candidate to the throne because Tyrant’s father had hidden him from the world and never planned to reveal him. But one day, Tyrant massacred the entire royal family and claimed the title of the new alpha of the Jupitus pack.