Tyrant Ultraman Novels & Stories

he started, this time the look was so serious. "No Leo, I will not succumb to anything", she tries to move away. But he won't allow her, sex is not requested in discussion, "she growls at him". "You want me". He whispers hoarsely. "Yes I want you". I have never wanted anyone in the damn world, but she was not going to get carried away with that. She bit her lips to keep from moaning from his naughty hands on his necks, "common tyrant let me go" she said in a whisper to calm the atmosphere ".

Dave asked me. “Whoever doesn’t like it is free to sulk. I’m not asking permission. They will find out after the fact.” I would deal with Carter myself. When I was done with him, whatever is left of his pack can make the choice of what they would like to do. They could come with me or another Alpha could step up. It was completely up to them. I didn’t care either way. ARIANNA’S POV “I need you to wake up.” I recognised that voice. It was Luciano. He sounded sad. That warmth in my hand was there again. He was holding me. He had held me before. When was that? It seemed long ago.

Irene’s POV I peeled it off, hating the way his eyes trailed and lingered on my skin like I was a snack he wanted to devour. “You’re a tyrant.” I hissed, wanting him to feel a fraction of my hatred. He just shrugged lile he couldn’t care about my opinion. “Move faster, dove. We don’t have all night.” I gritted my teeth, swallowing the retort on my tongue as I took of my jeans then my underwear followed.

Their story became a legendary tale of a monarch and queen who led with compassion, inspired greatness, and brought everlasting happiness to their people. And they lived happily ever after, their legacy etched in the hearts and minds of generations to come. The tale of King Dexter, Queen Maya, and their remarkable reign would be recounted with reverence and admiration, a testament to the enduring power of love, unity, and the profound impact of true leadership. THE END OF THE TYRANT KING'S QUEEN.

Aria was beside them, her face pale but determined as she helped a fallen warrior shift back to human form. Then my gaze fell on him. Tyron. The rogue who had started it all. He lay crumpled on the ground where he’d fallen, back in his human form, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His body was beaten and burned from the last blast of my power, yet somehow, he was still alive. A group of our warriors had already surrounded him, weapons drawn, waiting for my command. I forced myself to stand, ignoring the way my legs screamed in protest.

I began to stutter, trying to wrap my head around what she planned to do. Tightening her grip on my wrist, Tunisha dug her nails into my skin. "I'm dead serious, Jethro. And you're the only one who can help me. Will you do it?" Aaron, the leader of the council, approached with saddened eyes and concern deep within his heart. "This is the best shot we have to tame Sara's powers before their might is visited on us," Aaron intoned, his voice heavy with urgency. The Shadowlands continued to grow in power, with days rolling on and passing by. "Unless we act in time, it is indeed a short time before the onslaught consumes all that is ours into darkness. The plan of Tunisha is our only hope."

They fit closely, with almost no room to work with. I tried anyway. Flattening my hand, I twisted my wrist testing every angle to see if I could force the bones just right and push through the burn long enough, maybe I could slip free. Wait. The word rose from somewhere deep within me, not Anya, just the part of me that had listened to Zane long enough to know the difference between smart pain and stupid pain. Wait for your Lycan strength to return. My inner logic murmured and I ignored it.

Owen recognized the base template of this monster. That was a Tier 4 zombie Tyrant! But since when did a Tier 4 Tyrant have wings? Since when could it fly?! Then, his gaze dropped lower, and when he saw what "Tyrant Angel" was cradling in its arms, true despair set in. It was a long, cylindrical metal object, marked with vivid yellow-and-black hazard warning symbols. "Aerial... aerial bomb?!" Owen's throat let out a sound that barely qualified as human, "It's holding an aerial bomb!"

Jereum fell to his knees and let out an ear deafening shriek, clutching at his melting face. One of the tyrants sent a big boot into Jereum's chest which sent his head slamming into the tar—cracking the solid ground. The tyrant swung the stake back and then brought his hands crashing through the air and towards Jereum's chest. My heart raced as I watched in horror, I clenched my fists as angered filled my veins. In a crack I sped towards the assault it was like I had warped through space and just somehow teleported in front of the tyrant. I pushed him back with a strength I didn't even know I had. The tyrant was thrown into the air, soaring about fifty meters back.

The Tyrant stood up and picked up the katana displayed on the wall of his office "I own her so you're not allowed to touch even her hair, Do you understand that?!." "Yes, Master" Shout response of his staff. The man swallowed his saliva hard as the Tyrant approached and pointed the katana at his neck "And you who tried to kill my ace, What punishment do you want? Or maybe it's better to just kill you?!." "Master, have mercy!!. I have a family so please, let me live. I'll do whatever you want, Master." "You assh*le!!, it's your job to follow everything I want so why did you shoot her?!, did I order that to you ?!" There is danger in the Tyrant's voice.