The Tyrants Tranquilizer Novels & Stories

She wasn't given any panties to wear because Tyrone felt it was unnecessary. He took out a bag and opened it to reveal a makeup kit. Tanya was surprised when he began to apply her makeup by himself. She found herself laughing as she was still under the influence of drugs. He left her short red hair to fall by her sides and smiled contentedly when he saw how beautiful she looked. He took two more pills, asked Tanya to open her mouth, and put them inside. After which he gave her a glass of water to drink. Then, he wrapped his arms around Tanya's waist and led her out of the house. Tanya began to smile giddily since the pills made her very happy.

What I have in my hand is far less deadly — Mother’s tranquillizer. She had said it was to numb me for when Ezra takes me, something to keep me from feeling the pain, some formula to make me sleep through the endless thrusting. I am no Sherlock, but I figure it would be enough to make Ezra fall into a deep, unshakeable sleep, just long enough to deceive Golden Eye. My mind is racing with every possible outcome, each worse than the last. Golden Eye won’t find out, will he? I could always say that Ezra healed unexpectedly. My hands shake as I begin to pour the contents of the vial into one of the glasses.

My eyes darted around for anything, anything, to stop this madness— A small medicine cabinet lay flung open on the ground. Scattered among the broken vials and syringes was a tranquilizer. It had to be Dorian’s. Without hesitation, I grabbed it. This has to work. Rhett let out a guttural snarl, his body tensed as he threw Dorian sideways like he weighed nothing. Dorian hit the ground with a grunt, barely moving. My fingers tightened around the syringe. My heart racing as I plunged the syringe into his body.

"As you should know, your mother has been given what some might consider an inappropriate amount of tranquilizers." Tranquilizers was a broad term. I assumed he was referring to the Versed or midazolam that Dr. Miller prescribed. "They said it was to help her withstand the DTs." "That's what they said. The doctor who's been with her tonight and I both believe that it was to keep her from talking." I narrowed my sleepy eyes. "Talking about what?" He shook his head. "Alexandria, I think we need to get further into the whats and whys tomorrow. Tonight, as you said, has been very long. The point I want to make is that the excessive use of that medication has affected her body."

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.

His beautiful eyes instantly became cold, with a glint of light flickering inside, like the prelude to an approaching storm. Harriet felt a chill run down her spine as she was being scrutinized by Delbert. Could it be that his paranoia was acting up again? At this eerie moment, someone pushed open the door. It was Yuri and Selena. "Boss, we're here!" Yuri greeted cheerfully with a twinkle in his eyes. Selena nodded lightly at Harriet. "Mr. Delbert, the ointment is here." Selena placed the ointment down but didn't leave.

‘Undefined response,’ the Audit said. Lyra looked straight at the tyrant. “You don’t get to end.” The tyrant grinned. “And you don’t get to continue,” Lyra finished. She closed her fist. The law did not collapse. It redirected. The tyrant froze completely, blood, breath, thought, memory locked in perfect suspension. Not dead. Not alive. Contained. The city exhaled. Buildings fell. Fires died. People collapsed, alive, shaken, free. Miren gasped. “She… she quarantined him.”

Tyla grinned triumphantly, like she’d just pitched the next great war invention. I sighed. “Any more ideas that don’t involve flatulence?” Quin’s smirk softened into something more thoughtful. “How about a weapon that emits a high-frequency pulse? Causes nausea. It disables without actually killing.” I nodded slowly. “That makes sense. We can call it the Sonic Screamer Pistol.” Tyla leaned forward, eyes bright. “I have another one—how about a dart gun that delivers a psychoactive compound? Something that causes vivid, disorienting visions.”

It was the tone a man used when speaking to a corpse. "Believe it was AI," Tyler continued, taking one final step up to the catwalk and looking down into Charlie's manic, bloodshot eyes. "Believe she loved you. Believe in your ghost baby. Believe whatever lie helps you sleep at night in a federal cell... because reality doesn't care about your delusions anymore." Tyler turned his back on his cousin, signaling to Marcus with a slight nod of his head. "Bag him," Tyler commanded coldly as he walked toward the exit door. "Put him in heavy restraints and haul him to the private airfield. He’s done."

“There were definitely traces of tranquilizers in both our systems. The same type. So, whoever did it to one of us did it to both of us.” “And is there any way that anyone could say you did that to yourselves?” he asked. A horrified zip of electricity ramped through my brain. I hadn’t thought about that. “They can try,” Theo said, “but they’re not going to have much success. As part of my job, I know at least a little about what’s out there. And this isn’t the sort of tranquilizer that one can just pick up at the pharmacy. This one requires a doctor’s prescription. And it’s on the list of controlled substances. So anybody dealing it is going to be treated as a drug dealer.”