Tyrant's Eye Mga Nobela at Kwento

My chest heaved, each rise and fell quickly. “Open your eyes,” he repeated, his voice unwavering, the command echoing in the silent space between us. Although reluctant,I did it. My eyelids fluttered open, and I was met with a reflection— my own eyes, wide with terror, staring back at me. My own face is pale and distorted with fear. “This is who you are,” His voice rose higher, as though the more he yelled, the more I would acknowledge his words. “Do not forget that. You’re a maid and nothing but a maid.

The guards surrounded Evelyn in order to subdue her and take her to the dungeons when all of a sudden there was a flash past every one of them and thuds filled the room. Tyler stood in front of the fallen guards and glared at the rest that tried approaching Evelyn. "Touch her and die." Tyler said as his left eye turned bloody red and the other was brown, the Vampires moved backwards in fear as they saw the change in his eyes. Evelyn touched Tyler's arm "It's okay, let them." She read. Tyler came back to reality as he blinked his eyes and returned back to the normal brown colour, Evelyn was behind him and couldn't see the change in the colour earlier.

Killian whispered, his voice a low, predatory hum. ​The "Primal Eye" in the sky was no longer a single iris. It had fractured into a thousand smaller "Lenses"—each one a scouting-drone the size of a city block. They were systematically "Scanning" the Tundra, looking for the Gold-signature of the twins. They were searching for the "Power Source" they had lost at the mountain.

Broad. Wrapped in black and steel. His presence alone distorted the air; like standing before a storm. No. Worse. Like standing before something that did not need to prove its strength. Because it already knew. Ragnar Dravenhart. The Blood Tyrant. His gaze landed on me. Sharp. Cold. Unforgiving. Time seemed to still. For a moment…nothing existed but that gaze. Heavy. Pressing. Demanding submission. My body reacted instantly. My knees trembled and my breath hitched.

That must be him, his eyes glaring at me as I tare apart his men 1 after the other and my men by my side will do anything to protect their Queen. More and more seem to be piling in and I know more of my warriors are coming too but I need them here intime. Powers have their limits with so many coming at once, then I hear the door crash. A rogue has pounced on a warrior knocking him clean through the door and they stumble down the steps. There is a wave of people flooding down, I am slashing as many as I can but nowhere near enough. Then silence, all the noise just stops. I move to the top of the stairs and fear overpowering me I look down, my love is incredible. The room is lit up with her ye

My heart skipped a beat. The door opened with a force that sent a breeze sweeping through the room. And then Thorne, he strode in, looking handsome as hell. His eyes…so friggin blue, unlike everything else that was black. His eyes burned into the mirror, locked on me. But not with admiration,but fury. His eyes darked when he saw the unzipped back. One of the attendants trembled visibly. “What,” he said lowly, voice like a growl. “the fuck… is this?”

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

He reached out and pulled out a plain paper, placing it between them on the desk. It had strange letters at the top and the rest was plain. The letters at the top glowed momentarily before they settled for a gold hue'd dark colour. "I need you to improve the public's view of me." He spoke sullenly as if he wished he had never in his life had to speak such words. "The public's view?" She thought of people similar to him in her own world and gasped. "Are you a tyrant?!" She almost fell over backwards in her chair, but managed to steady herself with the desk.

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

Mom had fought desperately to gather money, yet this man spent his as if it were nothing. My heart pounded. Strangely, I hoped he would win. The gavel struck. “Sold.” I officially became his. In the private room backstage, when he removed his mask, I stared at him without blinking. He was younger than I had imagined. Handsome in a way that wasn’t gentle—more like a blade sharpened too finely. His hair was jet black, falling neatly in place. His eyes— I went still. His eyes looked like mine. Or maybe… my eyes looked like his.