Tyrant's Star Metaphor Novels & Stories

Lucifer said. “What?!” Nexus yelled again. She was starting to give me a headache. “Know your place, Witch! You didn’t even know who you had gotten yourself involved with until Aria explained it to you. You have no idea what forces you are messing with. In your quest for power, you bound me to an idiot that would have all women bowing to his every command. He doesn’t even see his wife as his equal.” Typhon said walking into the meadow. He was tall, maybe seven feet, with blonde shaggy hair, bright green eyes, perfectly tanned skin. He had our mother’s very Greek nose and square masculine jaw. He was beautiful and every bit a Greek God, even though I know that is not his true form.

It surged, white turning sharp, jagged. “You calculated this,” I whispered. “You let the Mark fracture through weaker lines so only one would remain.” “Not one,” he said. “The right one.” “And you decided who that was?” “I observed,” he replied. “You are strong, Elara. But strength without testing breeds tyranny.” The Flame roared approval at the word. Tyranny. Was that what he saw when he looked at me? “You feared me,” I said. “I feared what you could become.”

“You have called me many names in the past. Cruel Alpha King, Stonehearted King, among others, but none had hit close to home like the Tyrant King.” Within a second, I felt my people’s fear flashing through the mental link I had created. Heck, I could almost taste their horror, but I continued nevertheless, “Not because it’s a befitting name, but because it hurt to know that is your view. It hurt to know that after losing almost everything and everyone dear to me just to serve as your king, that is how you see me. A tyrant.”

another Elder said. "Star Alliance has been needing someone like him. It's all thanks to Lord Tyrant's sharp judgment and willingness to fight for the towers to be moved here," the third added. With his stern, square-shaped face and razor-sharp eyes, Tyrone looked like a man who never smiled. But after he heard their words, a faint warmth softened his features. "A kid from a so-called barbaric planet, and yet, he's the one who ended up surprising me. If he truly grasped the Way of Mind while still in Celestial Realm, then there's no doubt Star Alliance's legacy will continue on."

A beat passed before I asked, “Can you tell me about Luciano?” “Tyrant Luciano Zarkov,” she answered immediately. A faint pause crossed me. “Are you correcting how I address my mate?” Her eyes snapped up, startled—then wary. I let the silence stretch just long enough to feel it. Then I laughed lightly. “I’m teasing you. Now… tell me.” She exhaled, tension loosening just slightly. “Of course. Tyrant Luciano was a rogue—said to be equal to gods in strength, intelligence, and brutality. Most importantly, he is believed to embody karma itself.”

She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders, drawing blood again. “Slow down, you bastard…it’s too much,” she whines, but her legs lock tighter around me, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper. “Too much? Nah, you can take it,” I grunt, bottoming out, holding still for a second just to feel her pulse around me. Then I start moving, hard thrusts, fast, the bed creaking under us. “Been waiting forever for this pussy. So hungry, Harper. Starving. And now I’m feasting.”

If he was saying that he would not let her die easily that meant he would make his last effort to make her life hell but didn't permit her to die. He walked out of the room. She saw his back with teary eyes. Simon was the kind of man whose enmity was destruction for his rival. He belonged to a strong political background. As a beloved nephew of a powerful politician, no one dared to entangle with this tyrant and Sia killed his wife. In the Bangalow,

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

"Life isn't about power, wealth and status only mother." "What else then? Flowers, piece, rainbow and sunshine!? Open your eyes! It's only people like us on the top that survive, that are worthy of the world! Not some lower-class rats!" "So you think Sara isn't worthy of my name, tried to separate us countless of times to make sure Eleanor and I got back together?" "God yes - do I need to spell it out for you?!" "Over my dead body will I ever return to Eleanor and you know that yourself - so get that thought out of your head before I get the police involved."