Novel & Cerita Tyrant's Eye

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

“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

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!

He’s glaring with a desperate intensity at the packed dirt floor, hands balled into fists, veins popping on his forearms. He darts a glance at me out of the corner of his eyes, and my breath catches. His irises are wild—a hypnotic bronze and golden swirl. Somehow, despite the clanging of every one of my survival instincts, my chest bursts with a strange warmth, almost a glow. I’ve never seen eyes like his before. “I didn’t knock because, uh—” I toss a glance at the opening directly beside me. “No door.” How can I feel absolutely terrified and like a complete idiot at the same time?

Even from a distance, it still affected them, which showed how powerful it was. Loja's expression was solemn as he shouted at Wilbur, "Trevor, unleash your domain." "As you wish," Wilbur shouted, "Tyrant's Gaze." Wilbur unleashed the ultimate form of the domain. A ten-meter-tall image of a tyrant appeared behind him, staring at his opponent. A violent aura began to rampage, clashing with the terrifying spiritual pressure being released by Loja's conqueror, immediately causing fierce winds to howl. Their domains caused the onlookers below to have serious looks on their faces.

Alpha Terrence growled with so much hatred towards the arrogant Alpha Tyler, his eyes glowing red. He was edging, his views protruding from his fingers. “I promise to make sure I end this miserable rogue once and for all. You should have stayed in your cage. Know your place.”

The blue-eyed baldie did the same and one by one, the others turned their necks to what it was. Eallric walked towards it first, trying to make sense of what was before his eyes. A defunct tyronimic scattered itself on the ground with its three horrible heads that had shrewd, atrocious looking horns on each head. Its sturdy legs were spread out to in different directions making it look like an octopus with tentacles stretched out, which meant that it - and maybe other tyronimics, were naturally lithe and ductile. They all fell silent, again and only their shrewd footsteps as they changed their positions could be heard.

Slowly and dreadfully, I raised my gaze, meeting bright amber eyes staring down at me in contempt. I stilled. Goosebumps littering my skin. The tall frame of a man—No, a beast—towered over me. The one figure I least wanted to face….. Prince Kael… The Tyrant heir of Fenrir. His gaze sliced through me like a merciless blade, stripping me bare of every shred of dignity I had left. His expression was unreadable, but a silent storm brewed in his eyes. The Prince tilted his head to the side in assessment, his arms crossed behind his back with soldierly precision.