The Tyrant's Tranquilizer Novel Novels & Stories

This time, I won't swallow infidelity easily. I got up from bed feeling a bit heavy-headed, stopped for a few seconds to let my body adjust, and went to the vanity where I kept the vitamins and the tranquilizer. When I was about to take them, Tyler walked into the room and looked at me in astonishment. "What's this?" he asks. "Medicine." "You're not sick," he comes over to me and takes the pills from me, "What were you thinking of doing with this tranquilizer?" "Seriously? Are you seriously asking me that? I thought it was you who asked me to calm down the day before yesterday."

That’s how it always will be. Feeling well enough, I stumble onto my feet. The moment that I do, my head spins, and I miss when Malphas shifts to his human form. It’s not until I feel his hand around my neck, until my back and the back of my head hit the stone, that I look into the infuriated eyes of the Tyrant. The growl that rips through his throat vibrates through me. I gasp, his hand constricting my neck until I can’t breathe. “The only reason why you aren’t mush right now is because you grabbed that rope.” his tone is icy, a threat that promises that he has every intent on ending my life. “Next time, I will tear you apart, limb by limb, runt.”

Her breathing matched his, becoming slow and calm. In the quiet of the dimly lit room, wrapped in the scent of sandalwood and the beautiful safety of his embrace, Serena finally closed her eyes. Safe within the arms of the monster who would destroy the world to keep her breathing, she drifted into a deep sleep. And there, in the quiet aftermath of blood and fire, they slept together, bound by a dark, unbreakable thread.

He reached out and pulled out a plain paper, placing it between them on the desk. It had strange letters at the top and the rest was plain. The letters at the top glowed momentarily before they settled for a gold hue'd dark colour. "I need you to improve the public's view of me." He spoke sullenly as if he wished he had never in his life had to speak such words. "The public's view?" She thought of people similar to him in her own world and gasped. "Are you a tyrant?!" She almost fell over backwards in her chair, but managed to steady herself with the desk.

King Zavan said. “My Alpha,” Beta Tyler said. But not without a glance towards me before he stood up. The Tyrant King knelt before me then. “Come,” he said, holding a massive hand out towards me. “There is nothing left for you here.” My gaze trailed from the span of his palm, to the now-silent, now-unmoving corpse. Derek’s eyes were still partially open. Blood leaked from his slackened mouth. It was a horror, but more vivid were the images behind my eyelids that reawoken to tuck this one in among the fold. Surely I would see it in my dreams afterall.

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."

“Take him away.” “No! No! Zak Redding! You bastard!!! You would never go scot-free. You would get your retribution one day. You will…” Terry was injected with a tranquilizer almost immediately and his entire body numbed over. He fell weakly on the floor and was dragged out of the office roughly by the bodyguards. While half-conscious Terry stared at the office where he had practiced as a psychologist for almost five years.

I waited for him to speak and answer me, but that never came his sudden move caught me off guard because one moment I was standing on my feet, and the next moment I was on his shoulder taken towards the bookshelf present in his office. "Hey, put me down. Fucking put me down. What are you doing? Put me down." I shout and earn a smack from him on my ass. A loud and rough one, strong enough to send pain and pleasure between my legs, and if my pussy wasn't already wet by just his presence, it was surely drenched now with desperate need of this man. "Giving you what you asked for, Sabrina." was all he replied before he did something on his bookshelf, only to reveal a secret room behind it.

"Now? Are you kidding me Enthymema? What do you want me to do, teach a chick that has not even developed its feathers how to fly. Do you even hear yourself talking?" "The tyrant died and the prisoner is in a desperate situation. Currently, the Plains of Sleep is on the verge of disarray." Ferox opened his eyes wide open. "The tyrant? That pest died? How could that happen? Wasn't it blessed by the power of the prisoner and quite strong even in its infancy?" "Even the being was shocked upon seeing what transpired. The boy had successfully brought an artifact and somehow it developed a will, enough to self-destruct and deal a large amount of damage towards the tyrant."

My vision burry as I slowly open my eyes to face the consequences of my impulsive actions. Turning my head, my stomach dropped. Dark eyes. Evil grin. Husky voice. “Good fucking girl”