The Tyrant Wants To Be Good Characters Novels & Stories

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.

He growled in defeat and anger. “It would have been yours if you had gone about it the right way, but you took everything that wasn’t yours and turned on everyone. You killed your own father and mother. Then you laid waste to the council of elders. You alone did all that, and I tell you, a king should not have that many atrocities to his name. You will go down in history as a tyrant who failed in his mission to dominate the kingdom.” Elliott attacked with his long claws, but Xavier caught them and broke his arm. He cried out helplessly and dropped to his knees on the ground before Xavier.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

The Vad Clan had gathered in the center, where Ethan stood with his head held high and his confidence overwhelming. "Doesn't have any place to go?! Being a servant to the ruler of this land?! Having the title of Imperial Dog?!" As he shouted those questions, he roared at them, and the others listened attentively. "Screw that all! We're also a human being with life and mind! We don't deserve to be treated like trash! Let's rebel against the Emperor and support the Second Prince!" "Yeah!" "Let's get back at them!" "Screw that Imperial Family!"

It was no secret that the last woman who tried to climb on his bed almost died and so no one dared to do it again. He was a tyrant and had a licentious behavior but it didn't mean he was stupid. Thinking of a way to solve his problems, he straight up went to her and proposed a contract. He was rejected at first but soon after being reasonable, they reached to an agreement. It was a huge surprise when the hot tyrant and the licentious rake announced his marriage. But it was all just the beginning. They never had an idea that a simple deal would change everything and she had never believed that she could reform the hottest rake alive.

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.

** She's your only remedy** Tyrant replied. ** So you're just going to accept the moon goddess's choice of remedy for us? Kane growled... ** I just want you to sleep,so you can stop thinking and I can rest too** Tyrant muttered and Kane scoffed feeling him roll his eyes. ** What next us she going to do?** Make her our mate? ** Kane muttered.. ** I won't mind, I need my mate** Tyrant smiled... ** We are rejecting her,if she does** Kane said flatly...

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'

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."

“Easy? Says the guy who never had to push out an imaginary dead baby. But thank you. Seriously. You’re so different from the dream version. He was all control and anger and making breakfast one day then choking me the next. You’re… lovely. It makes me cry sometimes because I keep waiting for the twist but there isn’t one.” Elias reaches over and wipes a tear off my cheek with his thumb. “No twist. Just me. The guy who hit you with his car and then stuck around because he couldn’t leave. Lucky accident I guess.” “Lucky for you maybe,” I say sarcastic but I’m smiling big. “I woke up to a hot nurse basically. Could’ve been worse.” We keep talking and laughing and somewhere in the middle of it I