Novel & Cerita The Taming Of A Tyrant

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

Cracks spread across the glowing lines. The tear trembled. The shapes behind it recoiled again. This time, they went further. The Tyrant reacted instantly. Its entire form surged— Trying to purge her influence. The pressure crushed down on her. Her body trembled. Her vision blurred. But she didn’t stop. “I’m not… letting you… open that door…” The Tyrant’s voice deepened. Completely different. For the first time since its arrival, there was a hint of resistance in its voice.

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

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Bast shrugged. “Be nice to that woman.” Tev called into the chamber as he strode by heading for the stairs. Why in the Hell would I do that? “Are you taking off?” Bast leaned up to call down to him. “Yes. I have to go work with my hounds.” “The Demon Dogs?” Bast muttered disgustedly. “They are no longer Demons. I have tamed them to my hand.” Tev called up from the bottom floor. “A dog is a dog. No less demonic, no matter how tame.” Bast called.

“The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light. For your wolves’ great fortune, you shall bear the bane, Misfortune, misery, an eternal chain.” The crowning flame knew no years. It had chosen a ten-year-old unshifted pup to be the Alpha Naturale. The crowning flame knew no tears. It forced the pup to grow up too fast and take over the pack completely at the age of sixteen. And the curse? As if her life wasn’t cursed enough! Misfortune and misery were her constant companions.

His throne. But, he, for one night, felt no bitterness at all. And spent it in a soothing embrace. He smiled as he recalled it, knowing it might’ve been the only occasion. Emilia noticed it and gave a soft sigh in return. She knew things had to be done when she came here, but she didn’t expect this much. Another task appeared on the list. Have the fake fairy fall in love with the Tyrant Emperor. Alexis had bathed and ate her breakfast slowly, not feeling rushed at the usual sight of Hector in the garden which obviously wasn’t a thing anymore. She didn’t know when her lessons with Emilia might start, but she knew she had some free time before then.

Anele shouted as she pointed at the unconscious body angrily. “Anele,” Coen warned. “No, I am the only blood child of both Levi and Elena Emyr, they sent me here to harbour this imposter, therefore I am the real treasure of this mating hunt!” She screamed erratically. “Anele!” Coen ordered in a deep and bellowing tone. Anele went silent as her face paled the moment his authoritative voice shook through her bones; he was her Alpha and the only one who could control her unruly side.

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

" Tanya held her cheeks in pain but just before she could stand up Tyrone threw himself on top of her and began tearing off her clothes. She tried to fight him off with all her might but he kept slapping her until Tanya finally became weak and her vision became blurry. He took off the last piece of clothing on her body and moaned loudly when he entered her. Tanya cried and screamed as Tyrone was very brutal with her but no one came to he aid. When he was close to finding his release, he forced her to take him in his mouth and made her swallow all his sperm. She felt extremely disgusted and puked on the bed before eventually passing out. Tanya felt water being splashed on her repeatedly and o