Tyrant Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Because my brain couldn’t make up anything original. Elias. Tyrant Elias. Captive Elias. Of course the real one has the same name. Life’s hilarious like that.” He tilts his head. “Tyrant? Captive bride? What are you talking about?” I take a deep breath and it feels like my ribs complain about it. “I had this long dream. Or coma dream or whatever. You… well the dream you kidnapped me or something. Made me marry him. I got pregnant. There was school and a guy named Yuto and this girl Lauren taking pictures and Ryan whose girlfriend got killed. It was all so real. I pushed out a baby and he died and then you tried to strangle me and then a mental hospital and jumping off a bridge kissing while

I gasped as I saw them all holding glowing lanterns and then simultaneously, they all released them and the sky lit up. "I'm malicious, mean and scary My sneer could curdle dairy And violence-wise my hands are not the cleanest But despite my evil look and my temper and my hook I've somehow managed to fall in love with the sweetest" Tyberias began to sing. I noticed he changed the last line to his own. "I've got a dream I've got a dream" he continued, he wrapped his arms around my waist, urging me to join in. "I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam

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.

Then, he heard a piercing voice that came from somewhere below the altar. “Nine planets illuminate the sky and the overlord rule the world. May Your Majesty and your reigns endure everlasting longevity!” Along with that sharp and piercing voice, everyone knelt on the ground in the square below and chanted, “Long live the Emperor!” Tyr was very confused. Subconsciously, he wanted to break free from the chains on his feet, only to realize that the chains were tougher than they looked. He didn't know what kind of material they were made of.

These defiant lot needed to learn a thing or two about trying to overthrow a system. You get one strike, and then it’s the King’s turn. I found a clearing and parked the truck. I opened the back of the truck where they lay pitiful and in chains. “Out! All of you.” I watched them bump into each other trying to get out of the truck quickly. Good. Their spirits were beat, this would be easy. I broke off their chains. They won’t be needing it. “You all think you can embarrass me, and still have me drive you back home. Me!? Look at me.” I ordered.

"This is a barbaric mum, don't tell me you're listening to her!" Tyson yelled and winced in pain, the bandage on his head making him slightly uncomfortable. I huffed in satisfaction and turned to the Queen. I don't care if I'm being too extreme, displaying pretense and taking advantage of the relationship between the Queen and I, I won't continue to be a pauper and be tagged as a rogue or as my parents' killer. Tyler said I defiled royalty by letting Tyson and his cohort treat me indifferently like a trash and I've promised not to let that happen again

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.

None. Mercy is not a word for me, it’s definitely not a word for a man who thinks what is mine is his. They call me cruel, they call me tyrant, let them. The pack survives because I decide, that is my rule. That is order. I took a throne young, I held it with blood, I sharpened fear into armor. Mercy would rust that armor, make me weak. I will not be weak. I push open the door, Hanging by the bar like some broken thing, wrists chained above his head, his body slumped but still breathing. His face bruised so bad the skin swells.

Ryker spat blood into the dirt and forced himself up on one knee. His ribs ached and his chest throbbed but none of it compared to the fury burning in his chest. “Orion!” he shouted, his voice sounding hoarse but loud enough to tear through the silence around them. “How the hell did you become the Tyrant?” Orion nodded his head, his grin looking lazy—almost like he was amused, probably by his question. His fingers brushed against his belt as he walked around him, his boots crunching dry leaves beneath him.

Without his defeat, they could never find peace. Tyron, gripping his sword tightly, wore a grim expression. He awaited Adrian's command to strike, frustration boiling within him. Unable to contain himself, he roared angrily, “You despicable wretches! So many of you ganging up on one person, and you still have the nerve to talk!” Hearing Tyron's outburst, one of the men sneered coldly. "He’s a monstrous being that needs to be eliminated. Who cares about the numbers? Getting rid of him is removing a great calamity from this world."