The Tyrants Whereabouts Novels & Stories

"I'm not sure you know what that means sweetheart." "But he had the guts to let the Bureau take my money." "That Container was full of Drugs Mr. Tyler." "And you know how much those drugs are worth." "Billions of Money, Mr. Tyler," Sylvester said again, his eyes cold..as ice. "I wonder what I should do to your pretty "daughter here." I mean she's up to age. Right?" He asked, laughing. A menacing one. "No...please, Boss, spare my family from this. I'll die for my sins." The Man on the floor pleaded.

The one thing which she's scared of and the one thing that has made her endlessly worship the temple, the one thing she had battled to destroy but she couldn't! No one knew what it was, but only a few knew —Lady Macbeth, Shawn, her siblings, the witch, and Old Basildon. "The expression on her face carried pure fear and terror," Lady Macbeth muttered, and Shawn blankly nods. Old Basildon snickered mockingly at the look on Isle's face. "You look like an ugly which right now, Isle. But it's a good thing that the tyrant Queen sure has a nightmare, and she wouldn't want to hear about it." He taunted and then, he vanished into the thin air as if he wasn't there a second ago.

Hector stood nearby as well, monitoring Agathus’ condition. “Is he alright?” She asked, approaching the three of them. Hector nodded. “Yes, thankfully”. Alastair straightened up just as he spoke. No longer was he confused and distraught, and left in his wake was a strong man who had plans that must proceed. “No! He- He’s responsible for all the goblin infestations around the Empire! He’s planning a human genocide!” Screamed Darron, who ignored the taunts of his retired Mage and the soldiers that once obeyed his every will, and now threatened him.

Tory shook her head in disbelief. "I don't know what happened to Humphrey, I know he was always published but that's to girls he already knows not the one he just met, anyways let's get home and fucking tired" Grace and Tory walk home that cold morning still talking about last night incident, Tory apologized for not telling Grace about Humphrey's bad said, it didn't take long before they got home, the door to their apartment was already open, they both looked at each other shock and prayed and hope that it should just be their second roommate Gold and luckily it was her, Gold was back.

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

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.

To die of to escape host~ "This..." "Choose A." "Tit!" ~Host choice has been saved.~ "Tit!" ~Host will teleport now.~ ~Breaking the Gods Law~ ~Success! Enable to teleport~ ~Destination, Unknown.~ "Tit!" When the two teleported away from the scene the field scattered dead bodies. Then atop of these bodies was a God! A Higher God! "Where is that fucking Butt! I knew he's here! The guillotine is near ready for him, but he is gone! Where is that fucking Butt! Where did you hide! Even in this world, no one can defy the laws! How come he hide this to me!"

she asked him. "Five. Though," he said pensively, turning his eyes upward as if considering things, "that may be a stretch. It may be only three or four. Two we know for certain - Delphi and Asrymn. We seem to have Euphess, as well, and Jordan is convinced we have swayed Pergum. I am..." he frowned, his brow furrowed, "uncertain as to where we stand with Tyra. Sa'ar and Laoce are the known holdouts, and... though it is my hope that Mr. Garner should choose to do right even in spite of himself, Eliezer has voiced his opinion that he may be relied upon to reflect the votes of those who go before him."

The next morning, the aircraft entered Mulstead's airspace and then moved toward Tyrant Sea. Tyrant Sea was pitch-black and as deep as an abyss. It made one's scalp tingle. It wasn't that the sea itself was black. It was just terrifyingly deep. On top of that, it was almost always shrouded in storm clouds, and sunlight rarely ever reached the surface. With no light, the place looked even darker. Because the weather there was harsh and impossible to predict, the area wasn't a tourist destination. In fact, it was under strict control from about 30 to 50 miles away.

“This—this can’t be real. You think they… lied to her? Used her baby to lure her in?” Thorne’s nostrils flared. “It’s a setup,” he said tightly, his eyes blazing. “A cruel, twisted game, and I’m done sitting around while they tear her apart again. Mira, Stella—whatever the hell they’re calling themselves—they’re not going to get away with this. It's been a while since I've murdered someone.” I stiffened instantly. He scrolled further, his gaze narrowing as he stopped on one message. “Tuscany,” he said under his breath, his tone changing to one of deadly clarity. “That’s where they were headed. An old village. That’s where they took her.”