Tyrant's Star Metaphor Novels & Stories

I could not fail again. I had one chance to prove myself and I was not going to let it slip away. I watched with my eyes as our guards carried me back home to my father. When I saw him, I felt bad. I had wanted to prove to him that I was as powerful and as noble as he was but I failed him. I watched as he walked over to me and smiled. He looked happy regardless of if I came back with the firebird or not. He said he valued me over everything else. He planted kisses on my forehead as he started to pat my back.

They assumed he had only managed to seduce Sienna with sweet words and flowery persuasion while actually being a worthless good-for-nothing. Zayn shook his head and said straightforwardly. “You’re no match for me.” Raising an eyebrow, Tyron burst out laughing aloud and said contemptuously, “I’m no match for you? What a joke. You’re just a weakling. If I don’t defeat you in three moves, I’ll consider it your victory and I’ll leave Sienna from then on. Moreover, I will wire you 13 million dollars personally!” His remark was so boisterous that it filled the crowd with passion. Those women who were infatuated with Tyron from before began to idolize him, their eyes glistening with admiration.

Maya remarked. "Uh-huh," Olivia agreed. "The hostility has vanished into thin air," "So predictable," Maya said. "Sometimes I wonder how Titan can control them so easily?" "Must be the brutality," Olivia remarked. "It breeds true fear, and from that comes true power," Olivia said with subtle wisdom. "That's borderline tyrannical," Olivia glanced at her. "Well, Titan can be tyrannical. He just knows how to tone it down sometimes," "Tyrants only think of themselves," Maya argued.

She tried to hide her excitement but Toby didn't miss it. "Of course, my lady." He stood up and they started walking back towards the castle, Maia shaking with excitement. Then she felt her heart drop. What if he was doing this just to say he never wants to see her anymore? What if he's doing this because he felt bad for her? She tried to calm her racing thoughts as she walked besides Toby, as he just casually walked through the doors. The floors were made simply of wood, but the walls were covered with grand windows and beautiful artwork. To her right was a large staircase covered elegantly with deep red carpet, which is where Toby was leading her.

"Do something!" The static surges. I focus on Lyra's hologram. "What do you *want*?" **"The star demands a successor,"** she says. **"You, or them."** --- **The Ascendant** The survivors turn on me first. Jax swings his drone limb, eyes wild. "You're the reason we're here! The star wants *you*-give it what it wants!" Mira tries to intervene, but a shard of glass embeds itself in her shoulder. Ravel steps between us, shovel raised. "Back off. *Now*."

“That’s the point, isn’t it? Fire isn’t meant to be owned. It’s meant to be met. Matched. You don’t cage it—you stand with it.” Her pulse pounded. His words struck somewhere deep, but the whispers shrieked louder, a chorus of fire-mad voices clawing at her resolve. You are weak. You are kindling. You will break as they all did. “No!” she screamed, but the flame surged higher, curling into shapes—talons, wings, a mockery of the Phoenix that should have been her birthright. Tyler’s voice cut through the roar, sharp as steel: “Nalia. Look at me.”

He finally said. “In what world is Luciano a spoiled brat?” I asked. “Are you defending him now?” He looked mad, but I didn’t care. “Luciano Dinero is the poster child of spoiled brats. From being the only child of an elder family to being an Alpha. The boy has never suffered a day in his life.” He was droning on and on but I finally understood what this was all about. “You are jealous!” I announced. “Excuse you?” “That is what it is. You hate him because his life has been easy but your life hasn’t. I mean, if you didn’t become Alpha, lord knows how you would have survived.”