The Tyrants Tranquilizer Novels & Stories

, 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 ".

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her with each smooth, deft stroke of his fingers, until she was drowning in intoxicating delight. "I-is that so...?" She panted and questioned him, but he responded by stroking her even harder as she arched up against him, dizzy with the desire for more. "Ngh-!" ".. Does that feel good too?" She slowly nodded her head, closing her eyes. "Then... what about this?" Her eyes widened in shock as he slid his fingers within her, caressing her there as well. "... A-Azazel!" But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born.

A sharp, relentless buzzing that cut through the silence. Luna frowned. “Don’t open it yet.” But Enola had already picked it up. Her thumb hovered for a fraction of a second—just long enough for instinct to whisper don’t. Then she tapped. “𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗘𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬 – 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗣𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖 𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗"

Lurien barked before I could speak. His gammas surged forward, dragging them out as I stood there, trembling in complete, utter shock and fear. Something was wrong… So, so wrong. The dizziness… The slight headache… My heavy limbs… And why was I naked? I never sleep naked. Ever. And then it clicked. My heart sank. “Someone drugged me,” I whispered, then I repeated it louder, glaring at Lurien who approached me slowly. “You—” His palm connected with my cheek, hard. I tasted blood. Pain exploded on the skin, the flesh growing hot as tears sprang to my eyes.

I won’t think like that. He shouldered the door open, startling the doctor Freeda from her seat. “She’s been poisoned,” he said flatly, laying Belle down on the cot with a care that belied the tightness in his jaw. “She bit into valerian root—raw.” Freeda’s face paled. “Valerian? Raw? Saints, the dose—how much?” “She had four stickers but I'm not sure. She isnt in the right state of mind to answer correctly,” I said. “She spat most of it. But she’s cold. Sluggish. Drowsy.”

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

Legally, his crimes were numerous, and even if he didn't feel like he was in prison, he was certain that someday someone would finish him off on the street. "You should have thought a hundred times before accepting the job, Fredy," Tristan said sarcastically. "The Maverick family doesn't like to be disturbed, and what you did is absolutely intolerable. Now, shut up and enjoy your punishment." Janus followed Tristan out of the police station, questions swirling in his head. "Doctor Tristan, what exactly did you do to Fredy last night? How could he confess so easily?" Janus asked. "I only used pentotal. It's actually a type of anesthetic that can lower a person's consciousness and cause them t

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.