The Nerd Turned Out To Be The Tyrant Novels & Stories

“We are going to come for you. For all of you abominations!” I smirked, trying to bait him. “You and your brothers? One wolf took out two of you. Imagine what a whole pack would do to you.” “We are stronger than two men.” He said cheeks flaming red. “I highly doubt that. Look how easy it was to grab you. Just a bunch of drunk fanatics, the lot of you.” “Lies. We are thirty strong. And we have amo the likes of which you have never seen. You got lucky…” I snapped his neck, cutting his rant short, forever.

One of the people yelled. “Wait, what! You're also turning against me? I am the Alpha!” Alpha Dylan yelled, with frustration. The members all joined forces with the assassins and fought Alpha Dylan's soldiers and before they knew it, his soldiers were taken down. As soon as the rest noticed how much they were left, they began to surrender ignoring the rant of Alpha Dylan, knowing they would face the same fate if they were to continue fighting.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

He doesn't deserve to see that he has an affect on me. “Well there is that and I wish that was all I had to apologize for.” Saying that got my attention and my eyes locked with his. “I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good exc

Nah, that was their fuvking business. Tyrant took over when our eyes met Lana on the chair, naked at the bottom. Her top was almost torn and one of her boobs was out of her bra. Tyrant growled and shifted. He jumped into the scene. “What the fuck!” The guys with colorful hair shouted. Tyrant tore into the one with green hair, he pierced through his face, and blood sprayed all over. He fell onto the couch, screaming but his scream was all muffled as Tyrant had torn the top of his lips off.

The truth-sayer spell had worked its magic, forcing him to lay bare the treacherous plot that unfolded before us. Duan's words hung heavy in the air, and the room filled with a collective gasp. The audacity of his scheme, betraying not only the alliance with Tyler but also aiming to dethrone Mother and seize power for himself and his son, was beyond comprehension. Standing in the compulsion zone, Neri seemed conflicted, torn between his father's compulsion to tell the truth and the excitement of being that much closer to becoming King. The tension in the room escalated, and the Fae guards subtly shifted, ready to intervene if needed.

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

She had probably never thought she would end up in such a state. Boom! Breena Davey decisively chose to self-destruct. It was the Tyrant King’s first time battling with a human cultivator in the universe after three millennia. It got too excited, and forgot that human cultivators often loved self-destruction. In an instant, its face was covered in grime, and its palm turned bloody from the explosion. “Motherf**cker! I forgot these ants love blowing themselves up the most!” The Tyrant King, whose hand was injured from the explosion, gritted its teeth in pain and stomped its foot furiously. “Kill! Kill all the ants here and raze this place to the ground!”

Enola reached for his hand. Instinctively. Quietly. He squeezed hers back. Not because either of them needed comfort. But because neither wanted to face this revelation alone. Nathan broke the silence. "Who is he?" Damian finally lifted his head. His expression had become terrifyingly calm. The kind of calm that usually came before violence. Before war. Before destruction. When he spoke, his voice was almost emotionless. But Enola knew better. Beneath that calm... something dangerous had awakened.

Jereum fell to his knees and let out an ear deafening shriek, clutching at his melting face. One of the tyrants sent a big boot into Jereum's chest which sent his head slamming into the tar—cracking the solid ground. The tyrant swung the stake back and then brought his hands crashing through the air and towards Jereum's chest. My heart raced as I watched in horror, I clenched my fists as angered filled my veins. In a crack I sped towards the assault it was like I had warped through space and just somehow teleported in front of the tyrant. I pushed him back with a strength I didn't even know I had. The tyrant was thrown into the air, soaring about fifty meters back.