The Tyrants Tranquilizer Novels & Stories

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

Not right now. “TELL ME WHY!” The sparks from my mate were all that kept me from losing my shit entirely. Looking at this bastard reminded me of every single pain that he caused me. ‘Can you bring me an injection of Syrcafe?’ I linked out to Caiathus since he was close enough to use the family bond. Syrcafe was a proprietary injection used during torture and interrogation proceedings. I had been the one to design it, but Toris ended up with it, and I could guess that it was all thanks to fucking Solana. The blend caused every nerve end to fire with excruciating pain.

Tyrant swung wildly, but Jack twisted his arm and locked him down with brutal force. “Not tonight,” Jack said through his teeth. Tyrant thrashed, but Jack had him pinned. He quickly pointed a gun at his head when Tyrant’s men saw he had their boss. “Drop them,” Jack ordered, scanning his eyes across Tyrant’s men. Tyrant’s eyes flashed with a murderous look. “Shoot them!” He yelled, but his men just exchanged confused gazes, and then Jack pressed the gun harder against Tyrant’s head. “Drop them!” He yelled, and this time his men cocked their guns too, and Tyrant’s men surrendered their weapons.

"I do hope you don’t mind a little nap." Before I could muster the strength to speak, the world around me began to spin. My head felt heavy, my limbs sluggish. The effects of the tranquilizer were too fast and too powerful. I staggered, trying to steady myself, but it was no use. My head was reeling from the confusion that came with the drugs. "You're a bitch," I muttered through gritted teeth, but it was the last thing I said before everything went dark.

We do not know how this is going to affect you. I know what it is going to do, all right." I jerked away in indignation. It will bring to life the part of me that they took away." On a crate, Tyra placed the vial. The toxin was intended to crack down on the codes of suppression. The other prototypes... they just did not pass the process." I sank in my stomach. What about a number of others? "Seventeen." She was not able to look me in the eye. It is only you that managed to stick it out.

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."

The Tyrants were already in the air. With the Door abruptly deleted from existence, there was absolutely nothing in front of them but the open, terrifying, infinite expanse of the night sky. Their aggressive forward momentum carried them straight through the empty space where salvation had been a microsecond before, launching them cleanly off the edge of the helipad. For a split second, time seemed to freeze. They hung suspended in the violent storm, their arms still reaching forward, their faces caught in an agonizing transition from ravenous greed to mind-shattering horror. The rain lashed against their terrified eyes as the realization of their catastrophic mistake hit them.

“If I was the tyrant I wouldn’t be bringing you those terrible hospital cookies every Tuesday. I’d make you eat kale or something evil.” “See? That’s exactly what a tyrant would say,” I shoot back and we both end up laughing so hard the nurse comes in to check if we’re okay. After a full year of recovery I’m finally out of the hospital and staying in a small apartment Elias helped set up. We’re sitting on the couch one evening when he gets all nervous and pulls out a little box.

, his voice may have been panicked, but to me, it was the sweetest thing right now. But I had to concentrate. "I don't have much time!", I interrupted him in a frantic whisper. "Noah's holding me hostage and is torturing me - please come get me! I'm in some company and we are completely alone! He drugged me so I have no clue where I am! Everything hurts and I-" Noah's voice stopped. I stopped. Michael was silent. Steps sounded. My blood froze. "He's coming", I cried. Michael said something, but I didn't hear him as Noah's face appeared in the door frame.

he started, this time the look was so serious. "No Leo, I will not succumb to anything", she tries to move away. But he won't allow her, sex is not requested in discussion, "she growls at him". "You want me". He whispers hoarsely. "Yes I want you". I have never wanted anyone in the damn world, but she was not going to get carried away with that. She bit her lips to keep from moaning from his naughty hands on his necks, "common tyrant let me go" she said in a whisper to calm the atmosphere ".