Tyrant Ultraman Novels & Stories

I knew I wouldn't be able to get anything done now. “You requested for us, my lord?” Malakai stood by the door. His shirt was neat and impeccable and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed short. He looked composed as always. He walked in and Elias walked in after him. “I need you to explain something to me,” I growled. “Why does that tyrant’s daughter think I want to lay with her?” I noticed that both of them didn't look surprised at the revelation. “She's only doing what she's supposed to do”. Malakai said curtly.

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

” “Quickly then! We have to get clear off this battlefield and tend to him!” TyJericho spat out the cloth and leaped towards the tyrant, its mouth wide open showcasing razor-sharp teeth. As he neared the Tyrant, a hard circular object stuck into its mouth, its teeth tore deep into the object’s metallic surface and got stuck. As Jericho looked down he noticed a shield sticking out of its mouth. Tyndale had managed to pick up one lying close to him and pushed it into its mouth.

Albrey Hamilton's lips curve upward, and he utters in a husky and deep voice, "Throwing tantrums?" Oakley opens his eyes to reveal exceptionally reddened and watery eyes. Oakley sniffs pitifully and shakes his head fiercely. Throwing tantrums? Oakley doesn't dare. After all, he's just a toy and a plaything, as Albrey said. Oakley sniffs, and he cries out in a hoarse and pitiful voice, "Dare not." Albrey Hamilton's brows furrow slightly, but in the next second, it disappears, giving one the illusion that it was just one's thought.

"Tell us how awesome is your uncle Justin then. Let us worship him!" "Listen carefully then! My uncle Justin has another identity. He's Tyrant—the leader of Bloodthirsty Mercenary, the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld! Not only does he control Dark Cape, but he is also recognized as the number one Dragon Rank master in the global underworld! Will that be enough?" Hank finished and sat down. Then he put his feet right on the table and waited for everyone to react. 'What?' Everyone in the room was shocked to hear the news.

Nah, that was their fuvking business. Tyrant took over when our eyes met Lana on the chair, naked at the bottom. Her top was almost torn and one of her boobs was out of her bra. Tyrant growled and shifted. He jumped into the scene. “What the fuck!” The guys with colorful hair shouted. Tyrant tore into the one with green hair, he pierced through his face, and blood sprayed all over. He fell onto the couch, screaming but his scream was all muffled as Tyrant had torn the top of his lips off.

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

The Stitch Tyrant charged. It moved with terrifying speed for its size, splashing through the chemical fluid. It raised its bear-claw arm and smashed a row of tanks, sending clone bodies flying like ragdolls. "Scatter!" Jack yelled. He dove left. Marcus dove right, raising his shield. The Tyrant slammed into Marcus. The impact was like a freight train. Marcus’s energy shield flared and shattered, and the giant bodyguard was sent skidding fifty feet back, crashing into a pile of metal debris.

Tyler had once been a martial arts overlord himself, but due to past circumstances, his abilities were completely lost. However, higher-level warriors had longer lifespans, allowing Tyler to use a powerful elixir to forcibly regain his stage-one martial arts overlord strength. A terrifying surge of true energy burst out from him, radiating a dazzling light that covered a 30-foot radius around him. At that moment, Tyler’s power kept rising, breaking through the initial martial arts overlord stage and approaching stage two martial arts overlord. This power was astonishing. "I'll kill you!" Tyler roared, his eyes bloodshot with fury.

And in an instant, Colt grabbed Tyron's tail and threw him to the ground. You should accept the truth, Tyron, that no matter how many your comrades are, you can't defeat us," Colt said as he took his gun from his back and pointed it at Tyron. "You can't kill me, Colt! Do you think Primo will let you get away from what you just did right here? He will hunt you down and destroy everything you have," Tyro exclaimed, angrily. Tyron then ignored the agony and stood up to put some distance between himself and Colt. Blood flowed from his lips as he reverted to his human form. Tyron was so enraged that he wanted to kill Colt right then and there.