The Tyrants Tranquilizer Novels & Stories

"Well, I guess she has no business being in the land of the living." Suddenly, she pulled out a remote control from her cloak; its sleek design glimmered in the poor light. "What's that?" I asked, my head filled with dread. Tanisha's smile spread, her eyes glinting with malice. "One click and your precious Sara is blown into dust." Appalled, my eyes widened in shock, horror washing over me. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Ryker spun to Tanisha, his eyes wide in surprise.

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

Whitmore for what had happened at the banquet. No. Irene absolutely couldn't die right now. With nowhere else to turn, Tyler used the rich-kid group chats he used to hang around in and spent a fortune contacting a so-called top specialist who claimed to have returned from America. While Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore were away paying fees, Tyler secretly brought the masked quack into the ward. "This is a targeted wonder drug I spent a million on. One shot, and all the toxins will be gone!" Tyler watched as the doctor pushed a tube of unknown blue liquid into Irene's vein.

Tyron’s voice cracked, each word sharp with desperation. I ignored him, focusing completely. One by one, the trackers disappeared, the beeps fading. His fear became a rhythm I could command. Luciano removed the final tracker, keeping his eyes on Tyron’s thrashing form. “All clear,” he said. The device went silent with a soft click. The room held a tense quiet, broken only by Tyron’s ragged breathing. Tyron’s chest heaved, eyes wide with anger and humiliation, trapped in helplessness. “You… you can’t—”

I fucked her up and made her into someone I can't recognize anymore, yet, at the same time, I can because her eyes have started reflecting the same insanity that burns within me. "I am a monster in the disguise of a man, my love. There's no saving me, that was never an option because this is who I am, I'm truly this fucked." I crouch down in front of her after finishing the explanation, picking up her hand that's still gripping the gun. I use her hand to place the cool tip of the heavy firearm against my temple. "The moral of this story is that the only way to rid the Earth of a scum like me is to pull the trigger or else I'm not going anywhere."

He looked at my rigid, towering frame, immediately recognizing the lethal tension vibrating through every muscle in my body. "She is stable, Stellan," the doctor announced, the words acting as a massive, physical release valve on my chest. "We pushed a heavy regimen of counter-agents. The paralytic they used was a highly concentrated, black-market synthetic, designed to mimic a severe central nervous system shutdown. Another twenty minutes without intervention, and her heart would have simply forgotten how to beat."

"The bunker is currently turning into a slag heap, but these women are still freezing. This toxin is independent. Find the antitoxin, now!" "I'm working as fast as the processors allow, Jax!" Miller whispered, tapping a complex molecular map on his screen. "This isn't a simple sedative. It’s a wide-spectrum neuro-inhibitor. It’s designed to paralyze the cellular response in any host—it doesn't care if you're a wolf like Elana, a human like Ginny, or whatever Leela is. It’s locking down their nervous systems at a molecular level."

- tranquilizer is an item from the timeless earth that can make a person feel tranquil, or calm. - The fall of the second human- the creator of sins, who is imprisoned to decimate eternally in hell. Burning chains tied in his neck, arms and legs frozen in ever-cold ice. For hundreds of years, all he does is to free himself, with growing resentment to the minims who made him suffer for uncounted years. He then frees himself after the death of hell warden, acquiring all authorities in hell and becoming its rule. That is when the Lord of this earth went furious and went to hell just to end this man’s abomination; staining his laws.

Xyla marvelled at his intelligence and his efficiency. “What about Master Lancelot’s henchmen? What did you guys do to them?” Her eyes widened; attentive and brimming with curiosity. Stanley took out a pistol from his waist slowly and placed it in Xyla’s hands. “Silent tranquilizer gun. The needles in there contain anesthetic drugs. As soon as the needle pricks your skin, you’ll lose consciousness. The most important thing of all is that it makes no sound at all…” Stanley said again. No wonder they could not hear anything in the cabin when so many people collapsed out there.

Indeed, the state Cyrene was in seemed rather terrifying, but Tyr was not exactly nervous. This situation was normal. Dalton had purposely mentioned to Tyr that this would happen. As the berserk blood molecules were being screened out, they would be very active when the medicine was first injected. That’s why this was happening to Cyrene. On the contrary, if this hadn’t happened, it would have meant that the medicine was not working. Without hesitation, Tyr took out the Snow Lotus petal and put it in Cyrene’s mouth. A moment later, she stabilized. Soon, the little girl once again fell into a deep sleep and her breathing evened out.