Tyranny Of Steel Novels & Stories

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

Titan was tired. He was physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. The Golden Truce pack was even more disorganised and crazier than he'd ever dreamed. Clearly, Roman Woodsen had never truly exhibited the rules of a true bonafide leader at all. What he was, was an unapologetic tyrant.

someone gasped, the sound ragged and torn from dry lungs. Elias wasn't alone on the roof. Behind him, bursting through the same reinforced steel doors he had used, came the "Tyrants." They were a collection of the city's most corrupt corporate elites, private security bosses, hedge fund managers, and men who believed that power was something you could simply purchase or take by force. They had chased the boys up the eighty-story tower, their security forces clearing the way, their private helicopters circling like vultures, all intending to capture the anomaly for themselves. They were the architects of the modern world’s misery, the men who thrived on the "glass" that the prophecy had promi

Steel took a deep breath and said, "I want a thousand soldiers to open the city's entrance and defend it. We're going to welcome Sir Draco home." "Yes, sir!" *** Novemton's massively secure gates opened, and a total of a thousand fully armed soldiers stood on both sides of the entrance. Steel had ordered a hundred thousand men to build these gates and walls around the city, which was completed in a few days. These were the walls that protected everyone inside from the monsters. Since Steel was the one who ordered the walls to be built, the survivors call it the Wall of Steel. They looked to him as their leader, and he protected them ardently.

"You believed your gold could buy you an exemption from the hybrid reign. You believed you could fund a mercenary army to contest my coronation. Let it be known across every border of this continent: your wealth is my property. Your status is entirely dead. If you surrender your ledgers tonight, you live to serve the vanguard. If you hide behind your locks, your entire lineage ends in the ashes of this vault." The guild master looked up from the floor of the smoking treasury, his face twisted in a mixture of aristocratic pride and pure terror, his voice cracking as he shouted toward the steps. "You are tyrants! The southern syndicates will dismantle your trade lines before the first harvest!

My vision burry as I slowly open my eyes to face the consequences of my impulsive actions. Turning my head, my stomach dropped. Dark eyes. Evil grin. Husky voice. “Good fucking girl”

he said and he looked nervous Wait a minute, the almighty, ruthless, tycoon Ivan Montero was nervous. This is a sight the whole world should witness, I chuckled in my mind and I loved I was the reason for his nervousness. "Okay, here it goes. These past few months have really changed my perspective of things, I used to think women were all the same gold-digging whore but having spent time with you, I guess I was wrong. it made me blush and he continued

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

the Town ruler pleaded while on his knees. “Well…that’s unfortunate, but you see, no where in the terms does it state that it has to be the ruler’s daughter. The term just states that the most beautiful and talented virgin be sent to the Empire. Of course, you’re more than welcomed to send more than one if you want the Empire to favor your town more. After all, competition between towns for the favor of the main Empire is fierce,” Shin replied briskly but with a chilling smile. He knew well why the emperor had explicitly added this term, twisting the norm that existed before.

Jericho on the other hand managed to set a stance with his feet, but his right leg kept trembling under the immense pressure put on it by the mass of its body, regardless, it was prepared to fight to its death. “You two have proven yourselves as worthy opponents. Therefore, I shall no longer hold back!” The tyrant said, pulling his fingers inwards and forming a fist. The strings attached to his fingers were yanked and etches embedded onto the soul sleeve began disappearing one after the other. A Violet and black swarm of embers began covering Tyndale's body from head to toe. Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground b