Tyrant's Eye Novels & Stories

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

shut up(rolling eyes emoji) I grabbed my towel from where it hung and easily got out of the baggy clothes I had been wearing, I wrap the towel around my body and enter into my bathroom, a warm bath later, I was sitting in front of my mirror trying to tame my hair when my phone rings I grab it and it's an unknown number. As expected. I didn't usually get calls; I just had four phone numbers on my phone; Mom, TB, Beck, and the front desk at the Public library in Hamilton. Nonetheless, I pick up the phone and the caller didn't speak for about ten minutes then the call ended. I looked out of all my windows to make sure I wasn't being watched when the same number started calling again. this time

Two monumental star‑obsidian horns sprouted from his temples, curving upward like burning scimitars, while behind him unfurled membranous draconic wings tipped with black diamond spurs, defying the gale. In his right hand he held the Astral Magma Pike: a four‑yard weapon forged in a dead planet’s core, its triangular tip weeping a continuous river of crimson‑white fire that warped gravity around it. His eyes held no pupils or lids; they were pools of nuclear fusion that swept the courtyard’s ruin before settling on my lone form. A harsh, guttural, titanic laugh shook the citadel’s buttresses. “Where is this mud‑hole’s army?” the tyrant asked in a metallic tone that vibrated my chest bones. “

Before I could react, her demeanor shifted as her eyes rolled back, her pupils disappearing, and she looked like she was possessed as she spoke the next words. "Danger will come in the form of three. One hidden, one in front, and one that you cannot see. Only the darkness within will set you free. Embrace it with all, as you embrace thee. Promised to the Tyrant you must be. It will only be together that you will find the key." As soon as the words left her mouth, she returned to her normal self. She looked completely drained, and at that moment, I once again saw the wrinkly contours of her face that gave away her real age, with the constant red hair and green eyes.

“The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light. For your wolves’ great fortune, you shall bear the bane, Misfortune, misery, an eternal chain.” The crowning flame knew no years. It had chosen a ten-year-old unshifted pup to be the Alpha Naturale. The crowning flame knew no tears. It forced the pup to grow up too fast and take over the pack completely at the age of sixteen. And the curse? As if her life wasn’t cursed enough! Misfortune and misery were her constant companions.

Dear lovely readers, We’re nearing the final chapters of The Tyrant’s Baby. It’s been an incredible journey bringing this story to life, and I’m so grateful for your support, love, and patience along the way. Stay tuned as we uncover the last twist, turn, and heartfelt moments in Selene and Alaric’s story. Thank you for being part of this adventure! With love, Yña Banana 🌙

And from the liquid gold, a massive, obsidian eye began to open—the "Curator Prime." "The Audience is bored with the Rebellion," the Eye boomed. "Initiating the 'Final Act: The Slaughter of the Variables'."

Zane’s eyes widened when Tyr looked back and told something to Zeev. There are those blue, almost emerald, eyes of Tyr again he saw the first time they met. It’s mesmerizing to see up close like that, but also baffling at how drastic Tyr’s eye colors change. But he snapped out when he heard Tyr’s deep voice passed his ears. “A rogue.” ‘A what?!’ Zane asked in his head. “There’s another one?” he voiced out this time.

（Third-person POV.） Faced with Joric’s accusation, Torin didn't get angry. He just looked at the broken man, a hint of pity in his eyes. Torin let out a low, humorless laugh. "You really think I was there for your cast-off?" Joric froze. "What do you mean?" Torin didn't answer immediately. His gaze drifted, lost in a memory.

Jericho on the other hand managed to set a stance with his feet, but his right leg kept trembling under the immense pressure put on it by the mass of its body, regardless, it was prepared to fight to its death. “You two have proven yourselves as worthy opponents. Therefore, I shall no longer hold back!” The tyrant said, pulling his fingers inwards and forming a fist. The strings attached to his fingers were yanked and etches embedded onto the soul sleeve began disappearing one after the other. A Violet and black swarm of embers began covering Tyndale's body from head to toe. Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground b