The Nerd Turned Out To Be The Tyrant Novels & Stories

I slumped back against the leather seat, my hands shaking. I had stood up to him. And Alexander… Alexander had threatened him. I looked at the man beside me. He was staring out the window, his jaw clenched so hard it looked painful. He was furious. Not at me, but for me. “You stood up for me,” I said quietly. Alexander didn’t look at me. “He’s a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “He’s my father.” “He’s a tyrant,” Alexander corrected, finally turning his dark gaze to me. “And he’s losing his grip.”

My voice was still serious that and it was as if I doubted him. I won’t doubt him because who else will help you after killing your parent? Maybe when they found out where I was, the man who killed my parents would slaughter me either— that was Lorenzo. He sat up upright. Before he glanced at me again, he clutched his nape. I’m not sure what he was up to, but I noticed he was becoming a little uptight, so I burst out laughing. It was the first time I saw a shift in his attitude. Because of his bodily size and stance, Tyron is the epitome of Alpha. He’s the sort of person who looks like a boss, so it’s surprising what he did. I would have teased him more if I hadn’t become used to his stance.

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.

I gritted my teeth as their hands were tied together. “If this isn’t the most fucked up shit I have ever seen, I don’t know what is.” Nix mumbled beside me. I have to agree with him on this one. “And look at that one dude hovering over the fire like he’s the shit or something.” I choked on my spit. “Ugh… Nix, that is the god of the dragons, Typhon.” Nix stepped back nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Usually, guys always bully the nerd because they took interest in them. The nerd always remain unfazed and unbothered unlike other girls. I think that's one of the reason why they took interest. Besides being a nerd isn't a bad thing though, it means you're smart." I smirked and lean backwards. "Is Tyler Williams just compliment me?" His eyebrow furrowed. "No I didn't, I was-" he stop midway after realizing what he said earlier. "You said that I'm a nerd then you continue saying being a nerd isn't a bad thing, it means your smart." He huffs. "It's a one time thing. You're lucky you noticed." I nudged his ribs gently. "You mean I will never hear you compliment me again?" He scoffs. "No," I p

Tunis ha's P.O.V I turned to leave, but my gaze fell on a figure standing in the shadows. Ryker-the dark sorcerer-stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Tunisha, I see you're taking care of the Sara problem," he said, his voice dripping with approval. "I must say, I'm impressed. You're willing to do whatever it takes to achieve your goals." I cocked an eyebrow, my face uninterested. "What do you want, Ryker? I'm busy."

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

Nathan was not some kind of a warlock but he was more than that. The people of his kingdom fear him, because of his bad temper and personality. He was a devil in disguise, the purest form of Satan when he comes to his true form. It is said that he never has mercy to those who have wronged him, betrayed and backstabbed him. And he likes to torture the ones who have deceived him. Nixer was, of course, one of them. Walking onto the water and still not being able to drown he finally reached the castle and the guard opened the bricked door for him.

She couldn't help but notice that Nera had intentionally contested to spite her and Greg's mother. The little slut with the kink for old men was calling for war, and she was going to give it to her and make her wish she had stayed hidden in her stupid mansion

But now, as a werewolf of unparalleled strength, I had the power to challenge him, to uncover the truth hidden beneath his charming facade. The guards, sensing their impending defeat, pleaded for mercy. But I knew that the time for mercy had long passed. I had been unleashed, and I would no longer be a pawn in the Lycan King's game. With a mighty roar, I lunged at the guards, overpowering them effortlessly. They were no match for the unleashed fury that burned within me. As I stood amidst the defeated guards, I could feel the fire of rebellion burning in my soul. I would confront the Lycan King, demand answers, and reclaim my autonomy. I would no longer be a submissive pawn in his quest for