The Tyrants Tranquilizer Novels & Stories

Cracks spread across the glowing lines. The tear trembled. The shapes behind it recoiled again. This time, they went further. The Tyrant reacted instantly. Its entire form surged— Trying to purge her influence. The pressure crushed down on her. Her body trembled. Her vision blurred. But she didn’t stop. “I’m not… letting you… open that door…” The Tyrant’s voice deepened. Completely different. For the first time since its arrival, there was a hint of resistance in its voice.

“Anya, please take me away. I won’t fight with you for Evan anymore. I don’t want anything. I just want to leave this place. Anya, please take me with you.” Two nurses step forward and help Tina down firmly. Then, they injected the tranquilizer into her arm. Soon, Tina’s body went limp and she fell asleep meekly.

"He's on fire. Whatever they gave him—it's spreading quicker now! Valeria grabbed a syringe of sedative out of the emergency case and handed it to Kc. "Do it. Now." Kc didn't wait. He plunged the needle into Ty's thigh and depressed the plunger. For a moment, nothing. Then the tremors started to slow. Ty's breathing evened. His body relaxed. She stroked Ty's damp hair with her hand as she spoke, her voice tremulous saying, "He's slipping, Kc. That serum. it's altering him. If we don't get to the bottom of this soon, we'll lose him."

The truth that I was not my parents’ real child, and Steven’s betrayal, hit me all at once. I walked aimlessly along the crowded sidewalk, letting my body bump into strangers passing by. Without realizing it, my steps stopped in front of a dark glass door with a flickering neon sign. Xander Rosemary. The scent of tobacco and alcohol wafting from inside seemed to call out to me, promising a world where pain could be traded for numbness. I had never drunk alcohol before, but tonight, I just wanted to stop being Meggie. I wanted to stop feeling my own heartbeat.

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How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

The two hours before the Project Janus final review were the longest, most agonizing period of Thalynn’s life. The massive dose of nervous system stabilizers he had ingested was fighting a losing battle against the rapidly ascending Omega hormonal surge. He was suspended in a state of chemical paralysis and biological chaos, utterly defenseless.

’ His eyes narrowed and he tugged out the gun, ‘A little something I have prepared to ensure troublesome little Brats like you do exactly as I tell them. Tegan felt her blood turn to ice she could scent the cocktail of drugs in the gun and she knew he did not want her unconscious, it was similar to a date-rape drug designed to reduce all her inhibitions and obey his every command. Quickly she called up her magic, it would not stop him from firing the dart but it could greatly reduce the impact of it, she yelped when he scored a direct hit on her thigh grabbing it with her teeth and tugging it straight back out. Spitting it onto the floor of her cage she could see the plunger had been depress

"He looked right at Zara and called her 'Little bird.' Victor, the suppressants are failing! If the doctors run a full toxicology screen, they’re going to find the compound in his blood. We're going to go to prison!" Behind the vending machine, Zara stopped breathing. Suppressants.The word echoed in her mind, a sledgehammer swinging into the glass house of her reality. Ethan hadn't just forgotten her. He hadn't just 'moved on' from the trauma of the crash. He was being drugged. The cold, ruthless billionaire who had treated her like trash... had been trapped in a chemical cage for five years. Suddenly, the door to Room 412 clicked open. A doctor in a white coat stepped out, looking grim. "Mi