Teaching The Tyrant Manners Novels & Stories

“Come on, Adrian. I owe you plenty. Passing this technique to you is the least I can do.” As Tyron demonstrated, Adrian couldn’t hide his surprise. He hadn’t expected such a skill to exist. Impressed, Adrian murmured, “Remarkable technique. Your clan really does have an abundance of skills. With training, this could reach an astonishing level.” Tyron laughed lightly. “Ah, it’s just a small trick. NNothing worth getting too excited over.”

I questioned tentatively. He sighed in what I translated as resignation and was about to say something in reply when the door slid open and an angry looking man barged in. The poor boy sprang up from the couch immediately and just one placid look from him sent poor Stephen was scampering off like a scared rabbit. He barely even picked up all the utensils before leaving. What did I say about tyranny? It irked me that the douche bag thought he was some type of god to be worshiped and feared, when he was nothing but all beauty and no brains.

“No one is calling you a bully, Luna.” I scoffed. “I beg to differ. I believe the lady on your right–” I gestured to the rude lady that insulted me earlier and she flinched and tried to hide in fear. “–described my fighting with my fellow students as something akin to authoritarian leadership. If I am not wrong, an authoritarian is a tyrant, and a tyrant is a bully. Is it not?” Everyone glared at the lady I had gestured at, and she moved uncomfortably in her seat. She was pegged, and she immediately fell silent.

Though this made Zane even more conscious, he still somehow liked the earthly pheromones mixing in the air he breathes. The training continued. Zane looked forward to their sparring, but Tyr held it off first as he wanted to focus on teaching his human classmate some self defense techniques with the dagger. So, after showing him some moves, he then decided to have the sparring moved tomorrow. Despite Zane insisting on continuing, the wolf prince remembered his friend’s plan with his best friend, and he didn’t want to hold him off for too long. “I don’t want to send you home with some bruises or else Keira will throw a fit.” Tyr tried to tease with his arrogant smile.

She was the one who taught him that he needed to be merciless for those who deserved it. She was the one who turned him into a ruthless tyrant in the first place. "It's exactly what you said. We don't need to reveal the Imperial Family's faults and weaknesses to the people." He added, and a contented smile appeared on his lips. "We just need to control them with fear." "... I understand." Azazel shifted his gaze to Ethan and nodded, indicating that Ethan should finish the rest and that he would remain by Verena's side. Ethan quickly departed, leaving Azazel and Verena alone.

Now, my hatred will ensure the total ruin of your entire existence. “May the moon favor your evening, Ryan. My spirit values your prompt arrival at this private briefing,” Tyler stated, his eyes boring into the young warrior. The campus star exhibited a slight tremor in his muscular framework. “May the moon grant you strength, Mr. Brooks. I am prepared to deliver whatever data your office requires,” Ryan replied, his voice smooth. Yet Tyler’s analytical training easily detected the artificial compliance beneath the tone. The boy possessed a naturally arrogant frequency, a complete inversion of his sister's quiet dignity.

she sounded like a stupid spoiled brat to me if you ask me. "I know who Ty is, and I can assure you I am not making him look bad." "Are you sure about that?" she cocked an eyebrow, putting more pressure on one hip than the other. "Very. There is nothing wrong with being helpful. That's what a true leader does, shows the example of humbleness and hard work. But I guess a stupid spoiled princes wouldn't know anything about that, would she?" I spat back. I was stupid last night to stay quiet when I saw her being touchy and flirty with Tyler, but she had another thing coming if she thought that was going to continue.

Laugh at the extra space in the cage. I'd purposely chosen a cage that looked huge, when in reality it should be a pretty good fit for him. But he didn't need to know that. Neither did the crowd. Humiliation was a curious tightrope to walk. But I had perfect balance. Once the crowd had quieted, I leaned forward. Rubbed my hands over his body. "Now, listen up, Si. I'm going to teach you some manners. Each time you fail to complete your lessons, you will receive a punishment."

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

I built a school in the impoverished areas of Sisse and hired teachers, paying them handsomely to educate the village children. At the school's opening ceremony, I stood on a platform looking down at countless children passionate about learning. The wind lifted the hem of my dress. I raised my hand, signaling for silence. Everyone's gaze was on me as I gave my speech, voice echoing through the valleys. "Children. Before I got here, someone told me this part of the country has no need for a school. They said these children were born to tend to sheep and plant olive trees, or perhaps work in a factory. They said education was a luxury you all couldn't afford."