Tarnished Tyrant Novels & Stories

I say. He winced, his dignity was damaged. "I am not a tyrant," he objected. "I'm just recovering what is rightly mine." "by slaughtering innocent lives?" I pushed back, my voice growing. "by severing families?" You are not superior to the creatures you say you battle. You're all monsters. Cheats. Liars." Balin winced beside me because he knew that some of my words were directed at him so he understood and I could see that it hit a nerve.

someone gasped, the sound ragged and torn from dry lungs. Elias wasn't alone on the roof. Behind him, bursting through the same reinforced steel doors he had used, came the "Tyrants." They were a collection of the city's most corrupt corporate elites, private security bosses, hedge fund managers, and men who believed that power was something you could simply purchase or take by force. They had chased the boys up the eighty-story tower, their security forces clearing the way, their private helicopters circling like vultures, all intending to capture the anomaly for themselves. They were the architects of the modern world’s misery, the men who thrived on the "glass" that the prophecy had promi

His voice was calm, but it was laced with a cold, underlying anger. ​Alan immediately backed away, smart enough not to provoke the Tyrant any longer. ​I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing his face turn colder once we were alone. ​“If you're going to seduce every man in the room like the little slut you are, try not to be too obvious about it,” he whispered without hesitation. ​My smile vanished. I stomped my stiletto heel hard onto his polished dress shoe. ​He let out a soft groan but managed to keep his composure, though his jaw clenched tight. I stood so close to him I could feel his hot breath fan against my face. To an outsider, it looked like an intimate moment between lovers.

From the other end, a calm voice replied: “Yes, sir. As if the report came from an anonymous whistleblower?” “Smart.” Adrian smiled. “Let them devour each other—and let Vendrake’s name be burned along with Holt’s.” He twirled Cassel’s signet ring on his finger. The ring was a gift from Alexander, symbolising that he was the first young master in the family. Although Damian’s position was more dominant than his. “Let the blood flow to their own doorstep.” Someone had to be blamed. And Adrian had chosen the two families most deserving of being scapegoats—the family he already hated, and the family he most wanted to destroy.

“The elders are on my side now, they no longer owe any loyalty to you or your father.” And I knew at that moment that I'd been defeated. I'd lost everything. I’d lost my father’s legacy and Pack to a monster whom I once trusted with my life. Hot tears rapidly rolled down my chin. “But I loved you,” My voice trembled but it was the truth. Gods, I was so pathetic. “And I still love you, Lurien—” “I Lurien Valcarian—” I gasped. “W-what are you doing?”

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

And Tala was going to target families who had been victims of Vargr and who had family members enslaved to work the mines. As they told me this, I couldn’t help but think how bad off this kingdom was under his rule. He didn’t just kidnap and enslave hybrids and shifters, but he enslaved his own people. The word tyrant was too soft, no, he was a dictator with an authoritarian attitude that fed his overdeveloped ego. The Alpha wolf was a piece of shit. In my Kingdom he would have been tried for his crimes long ago and executed for crimes against humanity, a law we upheld to the last letter, not just to protect humans but to protect shifters against leaders like Vargr.

I needed to understand the depths of her depravity, to grasp the twisted reasoning behind her actions. Natalina shrugged with a sickening casualness, a flicker of pain momentarily crossing her face. Her indifference only fueled the fire within me, pushing me further into the depths of my wrath. My grip tightened, my resolve steeling itself against the urge to unleash my own brand of punishment. She would not escape unscathed, no matter how much she hoped for mercy. Anya's life hung in the balance, and the weight of that responsibility pressed heavily upon me. "Just hope and pray she doesn't die," I growled, my voice low and threatening. "Because if she does, you won't live long enough to utt