Tyranny Of Steel の小説・ストーリー

My fans, and the wider public who realized they had been manipulated, were more than furious. Groups of them gathered and confronted Jack with countless methods of torment. His reputation was destroyed. Debt crushed him. Abuse followed him everywhere he went. He lived like a stray dog—cornered, humiliated, barely holding on—until he couldn’t bear it anymore. He threw himself from the eighteenth floor. He landed face-to-face with Alanna’s wandering spirit. Alanna spat at him in disgust before turning away, wanting to follow me. But by then, I had already let go of everything.

“They’ll use this as an excuse to cut you out. Convince Shaw to let Bram and Leith fight each other for heir.” If Shaw could be convinced, it’d already have been done. That’s all the old-timers like my uncle do. They smoke, drink, flap their gums about what shit needs to be fixed while doing nothing about it, and lobby Shaw about his heir. Gotta nail down who’s going to be King Shit of Turd Mountain. “So be it.” I sip the last of my cooled coffee. “I’ll fight the winner once Shaw kicks it.” Fraser’s face flushes so red it looks sunburnt. “Mark my words, son, that arrogance is going to be your downfall.”

This is tyranny—a grotesque spectacle of barbarism cloaked in the guise of authority. William steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring its prey. His clawed hand rises with a cruel elegance, the air around him crackling with malice. Matilda doesn’t flinch, her final act of defiance a silent refusal to give her father the satisfaction of her fear.

Steel, though sharp, often spoke in screams. But I wanted something else—something that hummed with clarity, that would cut through the noise of tyranny with a silence so heavy it could shatter the bones of empires. She didn’t laugh. Didn’t mock the strange poetry of my need. Yara only nodded, her eyes holding the kind of understanding that came not from pity—but from surviving the same fire. She said nothing, offered no empty comfort. Just a tilt of her head and a silent invitation into her domain. Her gestures were steady, strong. She didn’t need to ask why I wanted it. She already knew.

Such disgusting people but I can't deny the fact that they didn't enjoy such feelings' He thought as he laid his whole body on his bed breathing calmly after his lust had already evaporated. He never expected that such a thing would occur. He didn’t expected to see something unusual that will make him be addicted to the feeling more and more. Moreover, his decision of being a tyrant was finalized the moment he saw such a scenario 'If I was a tyrant then I can also have girls that I wanted to have s*x with'

Everywhere I looked, I felt like I was in a dream. The Alpha's throne room was guarded by werewolves, each one standing like a statue. As we approached, they moved aside and Alpha Solomon entered, with me following close behind. The throne room was even more lavish than I had imagined. Everywhere I looked, I saw gold and jewels. It was clear that this was a place of great power. Alpha Solomon took his seat on the throne and gestured for me to take a seat next to him. He then began to introduce me to his kinsmen. Each one was more impressive than the last. I could feel their respect and admiration, but I was not prepared for what happened next.

“I need to do something with Luciano and Dylan tomorrow night. If you haven’t found anything else when I get back, then I’ll go see this witch.” George walked away, leaving me with my thoughts. Dylan had been gone for weeks now but it wasn’t up to a day after he left that others followed. He had opened the floodgates. I couldn’t force anyone to stay. I hoped they were found by hunters wherever they were. He could tell himself all the lies he wanted but I knew. He only did this because he wanted an easy way to be Alpha. He couldn’t challenge me. Weak! Pathetic! I took a large gulp of my drink and set the glass down. I decided to run to the rendezvous point. Luciano had said a lot about a bunc

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.

Even though David's financial power and strength impressed him, he still thought that David had no chance to kill Bloodthirsty Mercenaries. Bloodthirsty Mercenaries not only had advanced weapons and equipment but also occupied Dark Cape, which had a unique geographical location that was easy to defend and hard to attack. Most importantly, the leader of Bloodthirsty Mercenaries, Tyrant, was recognized as the best master in Dragon Rank. The person was not only extremely strong but also brutal. He would torture his enemies to death in countless ways. It was how he got the name Tyrant. The expression of anyone in the mercenary world would change at the mere mention of him.