Tarnished Tyrant Novels & Stories

Guess, this was not one where her messenger ability was being used. When the moon meets the dark son A new lease of power will be undone. Sin and pain will birth another blessed one. First, Lycan will be the tyrant known to all and one. Battle for power would have just begun. The onus of the balance would be on the first blessed ones. For only blood, and the blood sacrifice of the first ones Would keep the world safe for everyone. Born from darkness and light would be another one. Promised to the Tyrant, she will be his mate and loved one.

Gracie, my beloved mate, harboring secret desires while attempting to maintain an image of loyalty and devotion. A mischievous smile danced upon my lips as I spoke aloud to the empty air. "Gracie, my love, did you truly believe you could deceive me? Your eyes betrayed you, your body language whispered the truth. You underestimate the intelligence that lies beneath this Lycan king's facade."

She originally wanted to curry favor with a peak Dragon Ranker, but he turned out to be someone who overestimated his power. ‘Does he think that anyone can kill Tyrant? ‘Where does he think Tyrant gets his name from?’ He got his name by killing people in the mercenary world. Anyone who offended him would be tortured and killed by him in the most perverted ways. Whenever people in the underground world talked about Tyrant, they would do so fearfully. No one wanted to mess with Tyrant. And with Tyrant's character, he had offended a lot of people, but he was still alive and well now.

Every glass was a punishment for my own stupidity over the years. “Miss, you’ve had too much,” a baritone voice spoke beside me. I turned my head, my watery eyes catching sight of a man who seemed unreal. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a luxurious watch glinting under the bar’s dim lights. He looked far too refined to be a bartender. “Everyone abandoned me today,” I slurred, grabbing his collar. “My family, my fiancé… they said I’m a bastard. Am I really that bad?”

Just like what happened before, the sound of bones breaking coupled with Garth’s wretched screams had everyone else shuddering and breaking out in goosebumps. In the span of two breathing cycles, Tyr broke every single one of the bones in Garth’s limbs, who now lay motionless on the ground with despair-filled eyes. Tyr was the devil reincarnated, there was no doubt about it. If only Garth could go back in time, he would never ever cross Tyr again. This man would forever be his nightmare. The rest of the rich kids were shocked, including Mycroft himself. Tyr could only be described as ruthless. So what if Garth was Andraste’s grandson? By breaking all of his limbs instead, it was actually wor

Nothing less than a betrayal carved into every sharp line of his face. “You… you're the Tyrant?” He gulped. Orion smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Surprised, brother?” The air between them crackled, laced with a history neither had spoken of in years. Ryker's hand trembled at his sides, not with fear but with shock. “You’re really The Tyrant?” Orion tilted his head, as if considering the weight of the title. “That's what they call me, isn't it?” His voice was cold. “I suppose it fits.”

The talisman soared to the sky and emitted a grating shrill before it exploded. The Tyrant King lifted its head and took a glance. It seemed very annoyed as it stared at Breena with its huge eyes. “Woman, you ingrate! Eat! Eat! I’m going to eat you up!” The Tyrant King roared and ripped off Breena’s clothes as if they detested the unappetizing clothes on her. A drop of clear tear ran down the face of the sect master of the generation. She had probably never thought she would end up in such a state.

The girl did not move, and it seemed that she did not even breathe. Tristan stepped forward. The leather sole of the boot was pierced by spikes. The young man clenched his teeth forcefully. He doomed Ira to terrible torment. Tristan was overcome with self-loathing. He's a monster. Unfeeling trash, unworthy of life. Thin thorns wounded my feet. What did Ira feel? Tristan shuddered. He, the noble Lord Tantario, became a ruthless beast. He turned into the same exquisite tormentor as Vragenn.

The Tyrant was rather absorbing it. It’s massive form only flickered for a bit and then stabilized. Stronger. The ancient enemy froze. And for the first time, it looked scared. “IT CONSUMES STRUCTURE.” Dax’s expression hardened. “What does that mean?” Aria answered, her voice filled with dread. “It feeds on anything that follows rules. And that includes power itself.” The Tyrant turned toward the ancient enemy. And then, it attacked back. A sudden ripple crept through the air.

This worked as he thrashed all over the place before shifting into his human form. Blood splurged out of his mouth and his skin started to deteriorate as I had damaged his wolf. His smelled so much like a rogue. However, the next second while Tyrant was giving me permit to return, the rogue grabbed the piece of broken wood next to him and plunged it into his heart. “Fuck!” I shouted running over to him. However, it was late as he had stabbed his own heart. ‘Assasin rogue!’ Tyrant snarled. What the hell?! I was both shocked and angry. Who the fuck wanted to kill me enough to send an Assasin rogue to me? They are the ones who killed themselves after an unsuccessful mission in order to protect