The Nerd Turned Out To Be The Tyrant Novels & Stories

Instead, he felt a hollow detachment as her cries echoed distantly in his ears. He was already so familiar with the sound of different kinds of cries. Cries of agony, of mourning, of pain. Claudia's cries were nothing new, nothing he hadn't heard before. He had once been known as a tyrant in his kingdom, feared by all, and he had long accepted that role. Why should this situation be any different?

"Damn. Juicy." "Em!" "She knows how to sell thi- wait, who's Nathaniel? I didn't know you had another than guy before Michael?" "I didn't." My blood boiled at his name. "Nathaniel is Noah." "Noah? As in your Noah? As in put my dick in every female Noah?"

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

I said. He stared at me for a while, “I can help, there are a few people who will be willing to help,” he said. “People?” I asked. Hannah had pretended to help, but in the end, she was trying to get bonus points. “They are people that want to be free, the rebels of you will,’ he said. I stared at him, the rune was quiet, no humming, no pulsing. “How old are you?” I asked. He smiled, “old enough to know that I don’t want to be under a fucking tyrant,’ he said.

He reached out and laid his hand on Rowan's chest; a concentrated string of violet and black energy poured out of his chest and onto Tyndale's arm shortly after. And from distance, the audience could see the flicker of life in his eyes fade away, his legs stopped kicking, and his hands fell away from the tyrant's grip. He eventually collapsed to the ground, lifeless. “Do you really refuse to acknowledge me as your ruler?” He screamed again.

Why did the targets alternate? Someone was manipulating the situation to eliminate them all! At that thought, everyone broke out in cold sweat. Then, they all glanced at Andrius outside the battlefield. Seeing that it was about time, Andrius stood up. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… It seems you’re not completely stupid, but it’s too late!” Then, he leaped up, the Linebreaker Overlord in his hand glowing brilliantly. “Tyrant’s Ascendance!” If it were before, any one of them could have easily countered this move.

The best way to explain what happened was that they were barbecued into ash. ‘HELL YES! WE HAVE A NEW WAR MOVE!’ Tyre roared, strutting around in my head like he was the Ares, the God of War, himself. No idea what he was like, but Tyre was acting like the new one. ‘AND YOU TURN TO ASH! AND YOU TURN TO ASH! AND YOUUUU TURN TO ASH!’ he called out with his best Oprah impression. He had been spending way too much time with Deke. Both Deke and Apollo loved Oprah.

“We dare counsel sense! You hunt as if grief is your guide, Your Majesty. Entire units thrown into the woods for rumors. This is not a sound strategy, it is an obsession!” Obsession. I straightened slowly, gaze raking across their faces. Fear stared back at me. And beneath it, something the unspoken thoughts I knew they whispered behind my back. Tyrant. Madman. Zane prowled inside me, hackles high, demanding silence. Break them.

Her knees buckled as her vision blurred. The Tyrant was analyzing her directly now. Her patterns, her anchor and even her very existence. “No…no…no,” she whispered. Her threads began to flicker. Quickly stabilizing. She instantly became predictable again. The worst possible outcome. The Tyrant’s eye pulsed at her. It now understood her. And once it understood, it could easily erase. But strangely, something inside her resisted and fought back relentlessly. The anchor flared violently. Not in control, but in defiance.

“Well, duh. Wasn't he the one who said he’s the leader and we’re the henchmen?’ one of the men obliviously grumbled to me with a huff. “I know. But look at him fumbling now,” I replied casually. “Pffft. I should’ve been the leader of our group.” I snorted derisively before letting out my claws and slitting the man’s throat in a single second. “Ugh!” I quickly claimed the man’s gun and held him by the neck with my other hand. “What the fuck?” “What was that?!” “Fuck! It’s Wick! It’s Wick!” “What?!” “Boss! Boss!”