Tyranny Companions Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

he commanded, pulling back just enough for me to see the fire in his eyes. “Give it to me, Kayla,” he whispered, before plunging his tongue deeply into my most sensitive core, licking and thrusting repeatedly, until my legs shake in bliss. Corvin then pulled away, his breathing heavy as he licked his lips. I couldn’t even utter a word, my mind still lost in ecstasy. “And that,” he whispered, his voice dark with promise, “was just the warm-up.”

Our fates were entwined, and together we would face whatever came our way. And so, in the depths of that dimly lit chamber, we made a silent vow to each other. We would navigate the treacherous path of duty and desire, defying expectations and embracing the love that had ignited between us. For in the Lycan King, I had found not only a leader but a partner, a soulmate who would stand by my side through every trial and triumph, with his sweet aura engulfing the air. Together, we would carve out our own destiny, one that surpassed the boundaries of duty and sparked a flame that would burn brightly for eternity.

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.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

After the incident during the full moon, Tyr and Zane had gotten a lot closer than before; no more empty conversations between their eyes, awkwardness had gone from little to almost none, and Tyr being extra attentive at Zane’s every little thing. And he knows Keira isn’t liking his closeness with her best friend. The alpha female always shows her dislike with her strong scent whenever Tyr and Zeev are around Zane. Tyr understood. He even thought that Keira and Zane were a couple. So, he just lets her harass them with her pheromones from time to time.

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.

We were just the trash he was throwing out because we had no use to him. What made it truly unsettling was the fact that the Lycan King only ever took women as tribute. His entire pack was rumored to be made of males, and if there was no place for us in their ranks, then we weren't being taken to serve. We were being taken for something far darker. And no one knew for sure what happened to the women who disappeared into his territory. Not a single one had ever crawled back from his clutches to tell the tale.

|| Mira|| "Mate." Anya didn't scream it. She howled it. The sound tore through me from the inside, raw and ancient and so full of wanting, it knocked the breath out of me. It was the sound a Lycan makes when it finds the thing it has been running toward its entire life without knowing what it was running toward. The bond snapped into place like a lock finding its key, hard and sudden without warning. The room became too small and the air was too thick with tension. Kael was right there, his hand still around my wrist, and every instinct I had lurched toward him before I could stop it.

He stuck his tongue against his teeth, looking like a fierce beast salivating over its prey. "You should go to work. You're going to be late." Heather was blushing all over. Wasn't he a workaholic? "I can afford to skip a day of work without Elkin Group going bankrupt," Tyrone said casually. "But—ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, Tyrone suddenly lifted her up, as if holding a child, and forcefully spread her legs open, holding them against his waist. He commanded domineeringly, "Hold onto me tight."