The Tyrants Tranquilizer Novels & Stories

Stop being stupid and use that wisdom that your previous self boasts about. Naran is tied up and unable to speak. The drug that these people injected him called tranquilizer is very effective, it makes him drool while his eyes are looking straight, having an empty glare to the mirror that conveys real time moving images from the other earth as Niru is fighting a battle along with his new allies. ‘’Asescium, you know what will happen next right?’’ ‘’Yeah. But I won’t spill anything off my mouth. Wait for it, just watch carefully without blinking your eyes off, something new will happen.’’

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.

The wind whistled loudly, making them cough violently. Before the dust cleared, they shifted and charged at Tyler, and in their hand was a syringe, filled with a clear liquid. Tyler tried to push himself up, to get away, but his body refused to cooperate. He was paralyzed. The stranger injected him with the substance, and Tyler felt a cold numbness spreading through his veins. His eyes slowly closed, and he lost consciousness.

“It ensures you don't destabilize and call the Abyss again.” He held the syringe out. “Take it. Or scream for the next four hours.” I stared at the vial. It was a Tribunal drug. A means of control. “What is it?” “A specialized suppressant. It calms the aggressive hormones that flood the bond. It ensures you remain passive.” It was poison. But the pain was a physical wall. I couldn't think. I couldn't survive without thinking. I snatched the vial from his hand. “You do it.”

he said. “Alpha —” “Clear it first. Make sure it’s empty. Then burn it to the ground. A place that condones kidnapping doesn’t get to keep standing.” He ended the call and got back in the car. Behind them, ten minutes later, the sky above the Vortex turned orange. Zander watched it in the side mirror. His face didn’t change. “Good,” was all he said.

I slurred, barely able to speak. “It’s a special cocktail that I’ve designed myself. A mixture of tranquilizers, anti-psychotics, and mood stabilizers,” he said, now standing over me. “I have a few questions for you, and this will help ensure your cooperation. I’ve given you just enough to keep you immobile, but still able to talk to me” As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could now see that this was the same pock-marked creep from the video feed, that worked over Warthog.

A thin metal dart embedded itself in the dirt inches from her foot, still vibrating. Her pulse spiked. “Aarin—” He yanked her behind the building, chest heaving. “They’re tranquilizers,” he said. “Designed for things stronger than humans. Don’t let it touch your skin.” Her stomach dropped. “Things?” she echoed. “Aarin… what ARE you?” He didn’t answer. He was listening. Every muscle in his body coiled tight, his head tilting in a way that wasn’t human at all—as if he could hear the Hunters’ movements from far away.

The heavy rhythm of tactical boots was a death knell. "Jimmie, look!" Stella’s voice was sharp with terror. She pointed to Franco’s flank. Sticking out of his side was a high-grade sedative syringe, the plunger empty. A few drops of a glowing, toxic-looking purple liquid clung to the needle. This wasn't a standard tranquilliser; it was something designed specifically for a Zeta’s metabolism. "Go," Franco slurred, his head lolling back as the substance surged through his veins. His grip on my hand went slack. "Take him... Stella... out of here..."