Tyrant's Eye Novels & Stories

Her eyes were glowing in deep yet vibrant viridian, and her mouth was curled in a furious sneer. ‘Not fated, huh?’ I thought with a petulant sense of triumph.

’ Tyrant growled In my head. Locking her away was one thing we couldn't do. “Tyrant, stop getting so angry. We don't want her anyway. We were going to reject her because we didn't want or love her.” I hissed. ‘You are right,” he replied tucking himself back. At the same time, she opened her eyes. Her hazel eyes glinted when they beheld me. She paused for a few minutes, holding her breath. Her lips gently quivered and I felt like they were calling for me.

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

Cracks spread across the glowing lines. The tear trembled. The shapes behind it recoiled again. This time, they went further. The Tyrant reacted instantly. Its entire form surged— Trying to purge her influence. The pressure crushed down on her. Her body trembled. Her vision blurred. But she didn’t stop. “I’m not… letting you… open that door…” The Tyrant’s voice deepened. Completely different. For the first time since its arrival, there was a hint of resistance in its voice.

However, if one were to stare at that eye for a long time, they’d feel as if they had been seen through by that eye. “The Eye of the God?” Dillon was flabbergasted. When his friend yelled the phrase ‘Eye of the God,’ he had no idea what he was talking about. Tyr’s state convinced Dillon that the phrase his friend yelled did not come from him. Tyr had fallen into the control of God’s Skeleton. Tyr raised his head and gazed up at the gigantic eye in the sky. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing shrilly, “You wish to reshape your body with mine? Dream on!”

Let’s just cut the chase, shall we ? “An Evil Eye can see everything and charm anyone to become their slave. However, Xador is still weak as he had been captivated for centuries and his reach is limited to the Blue Moon Pack only for now. I want you two to not delay his destruction and when you come within his radius, I want you two to use this,” Aunt Nyssa said and handed two purple vials. “What are these, Aunt Nyssa ?” Ty asked.

Her eyes widened, and she screamed until her throat went dry. "AHHHHH!" She closed her eyes in fear and waited for her body to fall on the hard ground. However, she was surprised when someone suddenly grabbed her by the waist and supported her so she wouldn't fall. She immediately opens her eyes, her gaze falls onto Tyeron's face. He looks serious. However, it does not make him unattractive; in fact, it makes him more sexy and handsome, especially when his green eyes look at her as if she were a beautiful masterpiece. She blinked her eyes because her heartbeat became faster and faster when their eyes met.

The realization that his mesmerizing crimson eyes were not an inherent facet of his status as a Red Fang Pack member, but rather a result of contact lenses, reverberated through the corridors of my mind, leaving an indelible mark. Tyrel's words flowed forth, a melodic blend of jest and feigned solemnity, as he unravelled the tale of his "unique optical issues" with an air of mock seriousness. With every word, his voice dripped with a playful charm, embracing the delightful dance of whimsy and mischievousness. He elucidated how his trusted doctor had prescribed him these singular lenses, designed specifically to address his vision concerns. Yet, in a twist of fate, these remarkable ocular aid

Rene paces anxiously inside the small, shabby tent; he halts, his heart leaping hopefully to his throat when Tyr's eyes slowly flutter open. "Tyr!" Tyr's eyes are glassy, his breathing shallow as he grasps Rene's hand. "I'm sorry... I told him..." His teeth chatter uncontrollably; a quiver seizes his muscles as though he is being consumed by a blast of cold. "He's h-here . . . He's ... For you..." Tyr is saying something, but Rene cannot understand his incoherent whispers; his feverish condition is getting worse, and in the next moment, Tyr's body starts to convulse uncontrollably, yet he continues to grip Rene's hand firmly.