The Tyrant's Only Perfumer Novels & Stories

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

she's barely there at all, translucent and silent, a whisper of what I could become if I simply gave up. They're not illusions—I can feel their heartbeats, their breath, their rage and fear and desperate hunger. These are the roads not taken, given flesh and fury, and every single one of them wants to be the only Selene who walks away from this place. "Well," the Tyrant-me says, her voice like mine but carved from ice and authority, "isn't this delightfully morbid." She surveys the others with the casual disdain of someone who's spent lifetimes ruling through fear. "I suppose we're meant to fight until only one remains? How pedestrian."

, Tyr roared impatiently. “I cannot. And you will behave—do not scare her off”, I instructed him coldly. “She is mine!” Tyr barked. “I have the right to claim what belongs to me.” “Tyr, she has no wolf. It is harder for her to form the bond. We must win her heart first.” Tyr wagged his tail, clearly displeased, but I knew he would never hurt Zlata. I entered the Luna’s quarters and my heart skipped a beat. The faint scent of strawberries and cream lingered in the air. She was here. But as I moved further in, a cloying scent of vanilla and jasmine hit me—overwhelmingly familiar and utterly disgusting.

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

I did the same to Calisto, who laid on Gallahan’s other side and was using Gallahan’s glorious biceps as a pillow. “Are you comfortable?” I asked, my eyes meeting Gallahan’s gaze. “Yeah. Don’t worry about me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” I got out of our comfortable nest and headed straight to the bathroom. But when I entered, my nose was assaulted by a strong mingling scent of orange blossom, jasmine and patchouli. It was as if Gallahan had used my entire bottle of shower gel. Just what the hell did he do in my bathroom? I looked around, catching sight of my nearly empty shower gel. Experimentally, I took a deep and long whiff, putting my wolf senses to use.

“Brave of her. Especially with her background. Not everyone wants to eat what she touches.” My jaw tightened. “She’s doing her best.” “Is she?” Jasquire stepped forward. I instinctively took a step back, my spine brushing the cold stone wall. She leaned in slightly, not enough to touch me, but enough that I could smell the floral sharpness of her perfume. It reminded me of oleander—pretty, poisonous. “You’ve always had a soft spot for strays,” she said, voice dropping to a whisper. “First Steven. Now her. Maybe it’s because you are one too”.

Katia said as she gently opened the box in front of her. The moment when the box was opened, a peerless refreshing aroma diffused into the surroundings. Within seconds, the auction site was bathed in this indescribable aroma. Just a breath of this aroma gave off the feeling of rejuvenation. Even Tyr was stunned deep down. “This scent is so familiar!” Tyr inhaled the scent deeply. Again, he was hit with the feeling of the melting away of all his fatigue. He felt much more vigorous and refreshed. “This item is not something from the mortal world, but...”

“I don’t wanna lost my best shot, but if you’re gonna be rude again, I’ll spank your ass, woman.” I huffed. “You don’t like my ass, I know, but Linton was also an ass. Did you see his reaction every time he smelled our best works? Does he even know perfumery? I bet his daddy dear only promoted him because he’s an heir to the throne of the Everly Cosmetics and Fragrances, and he knows nothing!” “Quite a judgmental of you, Arella James.” The voice at my back made me freeze. A coldness wrapped around my body like a plague that seeped through my bone—it almost made my blood stop with shame.

"Ara is a puppet! A weak little boy nodding 'yes, sir' to anyone with authority! And Arin? That one would rather hug the world than lead it!" The words crash into me like stones. His voice isn't searching—it's declaring. He doesn't want a son to inherit. He wants a ruler. A tyrant. A man like him. A man like me. "Tell me!" He jabs his chest with his finger. "Which of them can command a boardroom the way I do?! Which of them can crush opposition with a single word?! None! You are the only one with my blood, my fire, my ferocity to run this empire!"

By the end of the call Mercer's position had shifted and the shift was quiet and dignified and nobody's face had to be lost in the process and the board vote that had been called for Friday was going to be quietly withdrawn before noon. He hung up. Sat back. Looked at the kitchen doorway. She was at the counter with her coffee and her back to him, looking at the city beyond the window, and he looked at her and thought about I pay attention to people. The way they move in groups. Who follows who and why. He thought about psychographic profiling. About a paper titled Engineered Olfactory Compounds and Their Application in Targeted Neurological Fixation. About a woman who had studied his psycho