Romans & histoires The Nerd Turned Out To Be The Tyrant

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.

Such disgusting people but I can't deny the fact that they didn't enjoy such feelings' He thought as he laid his whole body on his bed breathing calmly after his lust had already evaporated. He never expected that such a thing would occur. He didn’t expected to see something unusual that will make him be addicted to the feeling more and more. Moreover, his decision of being a tyrant was finalized the moment he saw such a scenario 'If I was a tyrant then I can also have girls that I wanted to have s*x with'

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.

Lewis can't believe that he was abandoned by local tyrants, but the facts are irrefutable evidence, and local tyrants really abandoned her. Allen Peterson got up slowly and walked to the front of the local tyrant man. His face was full of smiles, "It's really have it both ways, and even his wife is easily abandoned. He's really a scum!" " Allen, if you can forgive me, I can even help you teach this smelly pussy a lesson!" The local tyrant man has a flattering expression on his face. "Bah!" Allen Peterson spit on the face of the local tyrant man, "It's really nauseating to see your love rat. Get out immediately!"

“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!”

No fucking way. Asshole was clearly used to getting his way, having everyone cower before him, and exerting his ridiculous self-proclaimed authority over people. I did not know him personally, but I knew his kind very well. Tyrants were tyrants. Bitches were bitches. It did not matter if he had ridiculous abilities that should have been impossible. I would never give into him no matter what he chose to do with me. He could try and break me all he wanted because he would never succeed. “Tell me what you know about yourself,” he said as he leaned back on his hands.