Tyranny Of Steel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For the world was mine to conquer, and my subjects were mere pawns in my grand game of power and desire. Especially Gracie, who had proven so stubborn these past weeks. Terror blazed in my eyes. Undeniably.

His cold eyes met mine as he took me in. I held his eyes and silently pleaded with him as I was forced into the room. He turned away dismissively. “Our last meeting, it seemed like all of you got the wrong impression that I was on the side of the slave. I prepared this feast to appease all of you,” Alejandro announced. “Tonight, she'll be serving all of you like the slave she is and she'll be treated accordingly the way she's supposed to be treated. A tyrant's daughter” My heart sunk.

"You're too late! The compression is locked! The abyssal core is at critical mass!" "Then turn it off, Vane," I projected my voice back, my tone completely flat, entirely devoid of the panic he wanted to see. I didn't stop walking toward the massive engine. "The war is over. Your Emperor is dead. If you pull that lever, all you are going to do is blow up the canyon." "I am the empire!" Vane roared, his fanaticism overriding any sense of self-preservation. "And the Iron Crown does not surrender to a man who holds hands with beasts!"

Even now, he was still making excuses. "Alpha Joric," my voice was soft, but it carried through the silent hall, "I've heard enough of your explanations." "No, listen to me," he said, taking a desperate step forward. "I can dissolve my alliances. I can give up my treaties with other packs. I'll give up anything, just give me a chance… a chance to start over." A cold laugh escaped my lips. "What do you think this is, Joric? A business negotiation? In our world, choices are final, Joric. You made yours. And as it turns out, fate made mine for me."

The convoy surged forward in a tidal wave of roaring engines, flames, headlights, and men riding straight toward hell. Ashley didn’t look back. None of them did. Tonight was the beginning of the end. And the Steel Vipers were coming.

For good or utter ruin. Behind me, grandfather brooded in his leather chair before the crackling hearth, face etched with hard lines by the dancing flames. Our empire navigated treacherous straits indeed. But still he refused to speak first, ceding the opening move to me in this newest round of appointments and power plays. The game of thrones intensified among Avalon’s mighty. I turned to face the leaping shadows and swirling amber of my glass. “The Titans mean to test my mettle for themselves through an ordeal by crucible. Success earns their blessing. Failure...”

The entire world appeared to be frozen at this precise moment. Tyr’s thoughts were drawn once more into the chaotic world. Inside that chaotic world, Tyr was suspended in the air like the God that created this world. There were two books suspended above Tyr’s head. One of them was golden in color. It was the Song of the Empire that helped Tyr refine his tyrannical vitality energy. The other book was in blood red, and it was the Souleater Grimoire.

"And variables are easily balanced." Beside me, Eryx was a titan of Lament-Steel, his violet-black armor glowing with the heat of a dying star. He swung his blade, the carnal roar of the North shaking the platform, but the Architect raised the Master-Key, and the gravity on the platform increased by a factor of ten. Eryx fell to his knees, his prehistoric iron groaning under the weight of a Physical Law. "Darlene... the weight... it’s not the machine..." Eryx rasped, his crimson eyes bleeding silver-oil. "It’s the Origin! He’s using the weight of the First Day to crush the Rebellion!".

But as in REALLY fucking LATE! I had Grace pick me up a pregnancy test, and sure enough, I was pregnant. And hell, I couldn’t even say I was surprised. Sometimes I think Steel was trying to get me pregnant, another way of his sick possessiveness to lay a claim on me. He didn’t just want my heart and body, he had to claim my eggs as well! It was just the timing that sucked as fuck! “What?!” Steel echoed, his eyes as wide a saucers and hell, he was so pale I worried he might faint!

His tattoos were no longer glowing with a fluid, organic pulse; they had set into deep, smoky violet scars that looked like permanent trenches carved into his armor. He had held the ground. He had saved the inland alliance. He had given forty thousand more people the water they needed to survive. But as I reached out my trembling, blistered hand to touch his massive muzzle, I didn't feel the warm, soft breath of a living beast anymore. I felt nothing but the intense, radiant heat of a permanent, unshifting engine of industrial steel—a king who had built his own iron tomb just to keep his territory free. Against my breast, my daughter let out a tiny, satisfied sigh, her purple eyes slowly rol