Tyrant Series Novels & Stories

"Damn. Juicy." "Em!" "She knows how to sell thi- wait, who's Nathaniel? I didn't know you had another than guy before Michael?" "I didn't." My blood boiled at his name. "Nathaniel is Noah." "Noah? As in your Noah? As in put my dick in every female Noah?"

Especially with males who have always gotten their way and previously only used one way to settle an argument. Tye is supposed to be helping me get rid of the sofa, but Killian gave an alpha command to “stop,” so now Tye’s standing at the top of the ramp Killian built to replace our front steps, blocking me from shoving the foul thing the rest of the way out of our cabin.

She was clinging to me… me, not him. For the first time, I felt it. Control. Leverage. Everything I’d wanted. She was finally scared of Thorne. And that bastard couldn’t protect her from himself. I stood slowly, squaring my shoulders, and left the room. The hallway felt suffocating, thick with tension as I spotted Thorne Weston, the so-called mafia tyrant, leaning against the wall like he’d just staggered out of a war. His knuckles were bloodied from where he must’ve punched something, his eyes wild, jaw trembling like he was holding himself together with broken glass.

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

Tyr was almost yelling at his human friend while fighting. Zane tried helping him by pushing the sharp edge against the rogue’s side, but it only angered her and charged directly at Zane. She managed to push Tyr away and gave her enough time to stomp on Zane with her large and sharp claws, pinning the human on the ground.

You little punk, do you even know who I am? "I am Tyson Payne, the leader of Tiger Clan, one of the most powerful groups in Emberstone's criminal underworld. I've got almost 30 thousand men under my command. "If you dare take my wife, even if you had a hundred lives, you still wouldn't survive. Now, hand over my wife and kneel to face your death. "Otherwise, I'll make you experience the cruelest punishment in the world. By the end, you will wish you were dead!" "Presumptuous!" Terry's anger flared. With a slap, he sent Tyson flying.

“Because my brain couldn’t make up anything original. Elias. Tyrant Elias. Captive Elias. Of course the real one has the same name. Life’s hilarious like that.” He tilts his head. “Tyrant? Captive bride? What are you talking about?” I take a deep breath and it feels like my ribs complain about it. “I had this long dream. Or coma dream or whatever. You… well the dream you kidnapped me or something. Made me marry him. I got pregnant. There was school and a guy named Yuto and this girl Lauren taking pictures and Ryan whose girlfriend got killed. It was all so real. I pushed out a baby and he died and then you tried to strangle me and then a mental hospital and jumping off a bridge kissing while

Carlos whispers in my ear "Let's go. Trust me, today is not the day. Let's go and talk. We need to communicate with one another and figure out what exactly happened five years ago." "What the hell is going on over here?" came the bitchy voice of the woman I hate so much. Merem, the whore who fucked my man. She is the last woman I want to see right now. "Merem, what are you doing over here?" Carlos asked, then his eyes widened when he saw the figure standing behind Merem. Matteo Barzini, the father of Merem and the strongest business tycoon present in Italy. Literally half of the businesses are ran by him in Italy. But not mine, so I don't have any reason to bow down to him or anything.

*Violet POV* I had one chance to prove myself I had heard the stories of my father, Alpha Banshul, since I was a pup. He was the leader of the Blue Fire pack, the most powerful pack in the forest of Futi. My father had achieved many great feats and I was proud to be his daughter, determined to follow in his footsteps. I wanted to show him what I was capable of, to prove myself. I had one chance to make my mark and I was going to take it.