Tyrant's Star Metaphor Novels & Stories

he started, this time the look was so serious. "No Leo, I will not succumb to anything", she tries to move away. But he won't allow her, sex is not requested in discussion, "she growls at him". "You want me". He whispers hoarsely. "Yes I want you". I have never wanted anyone in the damn world, but she was not going to get carried away with that. She bit her lips to keep from moaning from his naughty hands on his necks, "common tyrant let me go" she said in a whisper to calm the atmosphere ".

Queen yelled back, her emotions bottling up in her as she looked away. "It's only right if I do the same, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. A soul for a soul," she snarled, and her eyes darkened and her hands fisted. Abruptly, a thunderclap broke out in the bright sky and the cloud began to gather heavily, it appears the heavens would pour their water onto the earth sooner or later.

Intrigue could turn into obsession, and obsession could lead to destruction. “Let her come,” I murmured to the night. “Let her rise. The higher she climbs, the more devastating her fall will be.” My reflection in the dark glass grinned back at me, sharp and ruthless. I wasn’t just grasping power anymore. I was crowning myself a kingmaker, savior, tyrant—all rolled into one. And soon, Florence wouldn’t just kneel. It would worship.

“My pack didn’t. They called the humans savages.” I snort softly. “That’s rich, coming from people who force themselves on women and murder innocent children.” “They don’t do that.” “They absolutely do, Lyric. That’s why The Towers are so important. It keeps the wolves in check. It balances them too, it keeps their… animal side in check. Without the towers, the wolf rules. What will happen if you fade, and Star takes control?” She shrugs. “Star is pretty nice. Probably nothing.” “Star is only what she is because of you. She is at her core an animal, worse a predator, and predators devour the weak.”

I hated myself for the relief that surged through me, hated myself more for how quickly it collapsed when the thread went slack again. I bowed my head over the maps, teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached. “I can’t let you go,” I whispered into the silence, the admission tearing itself out of me. “Gods help me, I can’t.” And in the stillness that followed, the word “tyrant” lingered like a ghost, curling through the corners of the room until I almost believed it was my name.

"Look at the Savior you knelt to!" He pointed a shaking finger at Leo. The boy’s gold-basalt legs glowed with a dull, rhythmic violet light—the mark of the 14-B slaving protocol. "He isn't anchoring you to a home! He’s anchoring you to a tomb!" Halloway shrieked. "He’s a Stone Tyrant, just like his Mother! Look at his legs! He’s already given up his humanity to become part of the rock. He doesn't feel the hunger anymore. He doesn't feel the weight of your lungs collapsing!"

“The guard, the one who had let me in to see Aaron,” He let out a loud laugh, his head thrown back as he laughed. “You thought that was his arm? Cory, if I wanted you to eat him up, I would have made you choose the part that you would eat,” he said in a cold tone. Was that meant to make me feel better? “That was cow meat Cory, I am a tyrant, not a beast,” he said, shaking his head as he smiled. Tyrant, beast, was there any difference? They both hurt people without looking back.

he explained. I sighed in disbelief. "I knew that Murad was a tyrant to every other pack, but I never expected him to be a tyrant toward his own people. Shouldn't he at least use all that power and authority he keeps trying to acquire to protect and uplift his people?" I hissed, slightly irritated, even though I wasn't surprised.

Valerie asked, her mouth twitching at the supposed hero. What she saw was a moron blinded by power. “Sacrifices are inevitable when reaching higher goals. Those sacrificed should be honored, won’t you agree?” He grinned at her meaningfully. She was a sacrifice to reach greater power too. Her jaw clenched, the demon was getting too ahead of himself, “You are sick.” “I’m a King, that’s how Kings are.” He laughed, not minding her at all. “No, that’s how tyrants are.” She shook her head, and asked, "Why not make that creature on your own?"