Tyrant Ultraman Novels & Stories

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.

“The elders are on my side now, they no longer owe any loyalty to you or your father.” And I knew at that moment that I'd been defeated. I'd lost everything. I’d lost my father’s legacy and Pack to a monster whom I once trusted with my life. Hot tears rapidly rolled down my chin. “But I loved you,” My voice trembled but it was the truth. Gods, I was so pathetic. “And I still love you, Lurien—” “I Lurien Valcarian—” I gasped. “W-what are you doing?”

A beat passed before I asked, “Can you tell me about Luciano?” “Tyrant Luciano Zarkov,” she answered immediately. A faint pause crossed me. “Are you correcting how I address my mate?” Her eyes snapped up, startled—then wary. I let the silence stretch just long enough to feel it. Then I laughed lightly. “I’m teasing you. Now… tell me.” She exhaled, tension loosening just slightly. “Of course. Tyrant Luciano was a rogue—said to be equal to gods in strength, intelligence, and brutality. Most importantly, he is believed to embody karma itself.”

Damian stared deeply at Enola, this time without a cynical smile. Enola got up from the sofa and walked gracefully towards Damian. Her gaze was sharp, but her smile was sweet. “And you like dangerous women, don’t you, Mr. Tyrant?” Enola arrived in front of Damian, and he pulled her waist closer until the distance between them disappeared. “Be careful, Enola. The fire you light could burn you.” Damian chuckled, but his eyes sharpened. Enola leaned her face forward as if to kiss Damian, but she quickly moved to Damian’s ear.

Tyron asks, surprised. "If anything goes wrong, I will not be able to help you out of it" "Oh, come on now, I am Tyron Evergray, leader of the guardians, you really think I'm not capable of handling Morag and just a few of his people". Tyron boasted, an air of pride around him.

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

Queen yelled back, her emotions bottling up in her as she looked away. "It's only right if I do the same, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. A soul for a soul," she snarled, and her eyes darkened and her hands fisted. Abruptly, a thunderclap broke out in the bright sky and the cloud began to gather heavily, it appears the heavens would pour their water onto the earth sooner or later.

I closed my eyes and waited for the impact of her hands on my cheek but it never came. I opened my eyes to see Raymond holding her hands in the air with a hard glare. "Don't you ever dare raise your hand to her ever again else you'll have me to deal with?" He threatened and discarded her hand. She looked speechless for a while before regaining her voice. "I see. So you can now talk? Or you're now learning to? If you knew how to talk then why didn't you fight for what belongs to you?" Tasha mocked. "The fact that I overlook your silly tantrums doesn't mean I'm weak. I'm just trying to tolerate a horrible creature like you." Ray retorted.

Lucifer said. “What?!” Nexus yelled again. She was starting to give me a headache. “Know your place, Witch! You didn’t even know who you had gotten yourself involved with until Aria explained it to you. You have no idea what forces you are messing with. In your quest for power, you bound me to an idiot that would have all women bowing to his every command. He doesn’t even see his wife as his equal.” Typhon said walking into the meadow. He was tall, maybe seven feet, with blonde shaggy hair, bright green eyes, perfectly tanned skin. He had our mother’s very Greek nose and square masculine jaw. He was beautiful and every bit a Greek God, even though I know that is not his true form.

He kept saying he would protect me and our child at all costs. All I knew about Tyrant was he was the illegitimate child of alpha of the Jupitus pack. The Jupitus pack was one of the strongest packs with the strongest standing army in Lycannora, the world of the werewolves. He wasn’t even a candidate to the throne because Tyrant’s father had hidden him from the world and never planned to reveal him. But one day, Tyrant massacred the entire royal family and claimed the title of the new alpha of the Jupitus pack.