Tyrant's Eye Novels & Stories

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

The roar of the Ancient T-Rex shocked David and the other onlookers. David could feel the energy coming from Adan's body. It was even more powerful than the explosion of the Milky Way Battleship. ‘What is this? ‘How can it turn someone into this?’ The roar stopped. Adan's crimson eyes stared at David. David was stunned. ‘What kind of eyes are those? ‘I can’t see any trace of human emotions. ‘It's full of tyranny.

I cried but couldn't avert my eyes from his. A guilty feeling flashed in his eyes. He got up and reached for the gun. Immediately my cries were silenced. He held it against my head with cold eyes. "Suck me off or you'll get raped. You choose." I hiccuped through my tears, my sobbing chocking me up. I had to swallow my own mixture of spit and saliva. Noah loaded the gun. "Will you hurry already you bitch?" He placed his cock in front of my face. My lips trembled and I hesitated.

I looked down between my spread thighs and the sight nearly undid me. Luciano Zarkov — the Tyrant, the conqueror, the man who ruled an entire continent — was on his stomach between my legs, broad shoulders keeping my thighs open, his dark head bent as he devoured me with slow, deliberate hunger. His storm-gray eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with lust, and the eye contact alone made fresh slick gush out of me. He licked it up greedily. “Delicious,” he murmured against my pussy, voice rough and low. “You’re soaking my tongue, little mate. So eager.”

Tyler snatched it, intent on reading it before Grayson threw us out. Scrawled in ancient script, it read, “A rogue-born child marked by flame, with red and orange eyes and unclaimed name, shall split the pack or unify them all.”

Far too young for whatever fate awaited us beyond these walls. For a brief moment, her eyes met mine. Terror stared back at me from them. Then she looked away so quickly as if she couldn't bear for anyone seeing the fear in her eyes. The soldier wiped his hands on his pants as if touching her had dirtied him. Then he pulled a small black notebook from his pocket and opened it.

He rolled his eyes at her stupidity. "Have you forgotten love, I'm a fuckin' witch" he sneered before sending her hitting the wall. Anna's mom steps forward, she uses her power to hold Tyler in place. Tyler was not liking were this was going, he yelled in anger and everyone went flying and hit the hard wall. He starts to hear growling behind him, he furrow his brows and look behind to see an angry Ian. "The golden eyes wearwolf. How would it feel to add those eyes into my collection" he said, Ian's face soon turns to worry and his growl turns to whimper as he felt the rush of blood in his eyes. "Die already" he whispered.

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

The priest cleared his throat nervously reciting some things. She could barely listen to him as her eyes watched the man before her. Huge, so huge he was dominating. Dark curly hair and grey eyes that looked silver on sunlit days. Broad shoulders and heavily calloused hands held her soft ones. A scar on right eyebrow and one his lips. The title 'Tryant King' fit him to a tee. This man was a very scary man. But he was smiling at her and his eyes held the gentlest light. She returned with one of her own, albeit forced.