Tyrant Synonym Novels & Stories

Instead, he felt a hollow detachment as her cries echoed distantly in his ears. He was already so familiar with the sound of different kinds of cries. Cries of agony, of mourning, of pain. Claudia's cries were nothing new, nothing he hadn't heard before. He had once been known as a tyrant in his kingdom, feared by all, and he had long accepted that role. Why should this situation be any different?

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

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.”

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,

She originally wanted to curry favor with a peak Dragon Ranker, but he turned out to be someone who overestimated his power. ‘Does he think that anyone can kill Tyrant? ‘Where does he think Tyrant gets his name from?’ He got his name by killing people in the mercenary world. Anyone who offended him would be tortured and killed by him in the most perverted ways. Whenever people in the underground world talked about Tyrant, they would do so fearfully. No one wanted to mess with Tyrant. And with Tyrant's character, he had offended a lot of people, but he was still alive and well now.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

She arches a thin gray brow. “Traitors,” Fireside affirms, apparently oblivious to the new weight in the air, the sizzle raising the hairs on everyone’s arms and legs. “What else would you call those who flaunt the natural order? Who rise against their alpha and seek to sow disorder and discontent? What other word for those who place their selfish interests above the unity and good of the pack?” The witch replies softly, but I have no doubt she can be heard at the very back of the hall. “Oh, I would call such a male worse than a traitor, and I would say to him that his time is coming, for him and all his ilk.”

Dangerous. He was important. If I had to be “bought,” then he was the best option. I didn’t want to be bought by a woman. I was afraid they would make me their adopted child. Give me a sweet little room and call me “son” with a voice that didn’t belong to Mom. I already have a mother. And to the world, maybe Maggie Hayes is just an ordinary woman—but to me, she is irreplaceable. Four hundred million. My hand clenched slightly.

The Tyrant was rather absorbing it. It’s massive form only flickered for a bit and then stabilized. Stronger. The ancient enemy froze. And for the first time, it looked scared. “IT CONSUMES STRUCTURE.” Dax’s expression hardened. “What does that mean?” Aria answered, her voice filled with dread. “It feeds on anything that follows rules. And that includes power itself.” The Tyrant turned toward the ancient enemy. And then, it attacked back. A sudden ripple crept through the air.