The Tyrants Whereabouts Novels & Stories

Their story became a legendary tale of a monarch and queen who led with compassion, inspired greatness, and brought everlasting happiness to their people. And they lived happily ever after, their legacy etched in the hearts and minds of generations to come. The tale of King Dexter, Queen Maya, and their remarkable reign would be recounted with reverence and admiration, a testament to the enduring power of love, unity, and the profound impact of true leadership. THE END OF THE TYRANT KING'S QUEEN.

Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a powerful Lycan King named Alpha Jerri Bullet. He was feared by all, for his cruelty and merciless ways knew no bounds. Jerri was known to enslave humans and werewolves alike, using them for his pleasure and as soldiers in his army. Under his reign, the land had become a place of fear and oppression. But despite his tyranny, there were those who still dared to resist him. Those who were ready to go down, and be totally free from his torments.

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

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!

Reagan raised a brow. “Crescent Moon is a prosperous pack, rich with vegetation, topography perfect for fortresses and located in a prime region nestled between mountains and the sea.” He spoke. “That’s just the pros of the land. The members are educated in combat, healing, and foraging. They are neo were-wolves. I dare you to take over them. Take their land and take their loyalty.” Reagan’s lips curled into a crooked grin. “Is that a challenge, Freddie?”

The Tyrant sat emotionless in the swivel chair at his office, waiting for good news about Agatha. He knew that Agatha already knew about what he had done to her family, ever since the day that Agatha dropped the car into the ravine and suddenly disappeared. It was also good that Agatha disappeared and run away because he didn’t want Agatha to be his weakness. Ino suddenly entered the Tyrant office, Carrying fresh news from their ally Arniel who is now a spy in the area of ​​the old Archon.

And then he glanced over my shoulder and spoke, his eyes narrowing as if he was finally realizing the silence in the dark wasn’t empty at all. I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. I knew Jack was there, somewhere in the shadows, with his crew spread out like wolves waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Tyrant tried to cover his hesitation, laughing again, but the sound was thinner now. “You’re bluffing.” I tilted my head. “Am I?” For a moment, the room was dead still. His men shifted uneasily, and I could see their confidence faltering just enough even though they tried to hide it.. Tyrant’s jaw twitched as he looked from me to the mole, then back again.

The Bloodthirsty Mercenaries had been occupying Dark Cape for many years and they had slowly abandoned the structure of a mercenary group and began to develop into a sect. There were three guardians, six elders, and eight secret societies. Currently, in the great halls of the castle, the core of Bloodthirsty Mercenaries were all gathered. Sitting in the main seat was a thin middle-aged man with a pale face, a green shirt, and a folding fan in his hand. He looked like a scholar from ancient times. It was hard to associate this person's image with the legendary Tyrant. However, the truth was that this thin and weak-looking middle-aged man was Justin the Tyrant, the captain of Bloodthirsty Merc

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

Guess, this was not one where her messenger ability was being used. When the moon meets the dark son A new lease of power will be undone. Sin and pain will birth another blessed one. First, Lycan will be the tyrant known to all and one. Battle for power would have just begun. The onus of the balance would be on the first blessed ones. For only blood, and the blood sacrifice of the first ones Would keep the world safe for everyone. Born from darkness and light would be another one. Promised to the Tyrant, she will be his mate and loved one.