روايات وقصص ضمن Tyranny Of Steel

“Every time you fight, every time you survive—it sleeps. But it will stir one day and wake up.” Her words gave me a chilly feeling in my bone. How could she know that? Randall positioned himself in front of us, his hackles up and snarling. “Too much of an enigma already for my patience, Warrington.” Tell me what you came to tell me and go.” This was the part of Game of Thrones that makes it always interesting; Lyanna smiled, and then her face tensed; the mood changed instantly. The main thrust of Tyrone’s schemes is more than what you can think of. He doesn’t want Alora simply to heal his pride that was injured by her many years ago. He’s after her blood.”

I have been playing this game for years, and always come out on top. Tunisha didn't flinch but kept staring at Ryker, her stare cold, her voice dripping venom: "We'll see about that." At that moment, raw tension was exposed as the two adversaries stood up against one another and their powers tussled in silence. There was going to be only one winner.

And she didn’t want to. What bothered her, she admitted silently, in the dark privacy of her apartment, behind locked doors and windows, alone under her covers, was becoming powerless. And enjoying it. She was not a powerless person. She was Raven Cannon. She toyed with power all day, with sums of money most people would never see in their lives. And still, when Kade said kneel, she folded—because she had to. And because it thrilled her. ***

They were walking slowly, in a perfect rhythm. ​"I want to show you the end of the book," the voice said. "I want to show you what happens when the story runs out of ink." ​Suddenly, the steel door of the bunker began to melt. It did not break. It turned into a pool of golden liquid. The people of the Chorus stood there. There were hundreds of them. Their hands were reaching out. ​They were not trying to attack. They were kneeling. ​"They are worshipping her," Julian said. He stepped back in horror.

She made a weak, gurgling sound. ​"Let this serve as a lesson," he sneered, looking directly at the section where the girl had been sitting. "This right here? This is what happens when you don’t listen. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you sniveling sluts. Disobedience doesn’t get tolerated in the Ironfang pack. Not from the likes of you." The likes of us. This was a brand. A label meant to strip away the last of our humanity. To him, we were nothing more than property or perhaps just toys to be broken when the boredom set in.

“As long as we’re together... no one can defeat us.” Damian smiled faintly—the smile of a dark king. “No one.” Snow fell like the final curtain before the next great war began.

He licked the faded mark on my skin as if he were ready to put his own there, a permanent brand of ownership. “I can’t, baby,” he murmured uncontrolled. “Steel is going his own way. He’s already decided.” He didn't sound like he cared about the consequences, he sounded like a man who had finally claimed his prize. I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was too empty, too full, and too terrified. As exhaustion pulled me down into sleep, I held onto him, the landslide finally coming to rest against the only thing that had ever been strong enough to stop it.

Blackridge did not wake up to the sound of church bells or the polite chatter of a city in recovery. It woke up to the low, rhythmic thrum of three hundred engines, a sound that vibrated through the pavement and rattled the windows of the skyscrapers like a localized earthquake. The city knew. The whispers had traveled through the alleys and the boardrooms: the Vance empire was at the bottom of the Pacific, and the Steel Phantoms were no longer just a club. They were the law.

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!