Novel & Cerita Tyrant's Star Metaphor

"Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave." TBC

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

** She's your only remedy** Tyrant replied. ** So you're just going to accept the moon goddess's choice of remedy for us? Kane growled... ** I just want you to sleep,so you can stop thinking and I can rest too** Tyrant muttered and Kane scoffed feeling him roll his eyes. ** What next us she going to do?** Make her our mate? ** Kane muttered.. ** I won't mind, I need my mate** Tyrant smiled... ** We are rejecting her,if she does** Kane said flatly...

“You already implied to me and Helene that you are planning something against him—” “You mean the conversation where I shielded you both from being accomplices to treason?” I hissed as quietly as I could manage. “After this conversation, you’re much more than an accomplice now.” “I don’t care about that!” Tyron bellowed before lowering his voice again. “There are more important things at stake, like the future of this country.” His eyes watered as he said, “I don’t want my child growing up under the rule of a king like Owen.”

he snarled, "wants to see me dead. Someone among you. Someone trusted and I intend to find who." Gasps rippled from the warriors. Everyone's eyes widened as they stood listening with their bodies tensed. Perfect, just like we thought. He stalked the line of warriors like a predator choosing a throat to rip out. "You think you can turn my wolves against me?" he roared. "Break my rule? Challenge my power?" His fury vibrated through the earth. He would kill someone today.He had to. That was who he really was. A tyrant who survived through fear and fresh blood.

A rare situation for an odd one like him. "So this is the power of the first born? The son of the great king and the first lycanthrope, King Lycaon? Now I understand.” Tyler thought to himself as he raised his hands into the air. “Pardon me, Shaun. I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just astonished by your mate’s undeniable beauty. You’re such a blessed man.” Tyler said, reaching for Shaun’s shoulders but a pair of hand grabbed him tightly.

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.

Jericho on the other hand managed to set a stance with his feet, but his right leg kept trembling under the immense pressure put on it by the mass of its body, regardless, it was prepared to fight to its death. “You two have proven yourselves as worthy opponents. Therefore, I shall no longer hold back!” The tyrant said, pulling his fingers inwards and forming a fist. The strings attached to his fingers were yanked and etches embedded onto the soul sleeve began disappearing one after the other. A Violet and black swarm of embers began covering Tyndale's body from head to toe. Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground b

The agony was white-hot, but I gritted my teeth and pushed forward. “Come on!” I shouted, taunting him. “Show me this strength you boast about, or are you only good at hurting your own family?” His growl was thunderous as he attacked again. Our clash shook the ground—claw against claw, fang against fang. Every blow he landed only fueled my rage, and every strike I returned carried the weight of Damian’s sacrifice, of his mother’s tears, of all the nights he spent broken because of this man. “You think you’re a king?” I spat as I ducked beneath his arm and slashed his chest. Blood sprayed, hot and bitter. “You’re a tyrant. And tyrants always fall!”