Ultraman Tyrant Novels & Stories

"Did you see what they looked like?" "Only two of them", Sara whispered. "As the first one held me from behind, I caught a glimpse of his face. It was scarred. He was bald. I think he had blue eyes?", she went to carefully touch the lump on her forehead. "Then I got punched here by the second guy. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Taller than me. Both were. An American I think. He ... I think he had a tattoo on his neck, but I don't know what it was."

If Tyr was in his place, he was worried that from the fourth strike onward, he would be badly wounded. As for the rest of the strikes that followed, each strike would be much more powerful than before. Given Tyr’s current abilities, he couldn’t survive the Thunder Trials at all. After all, Ulricus had been in the Mammet realm for more than 200 years. Tyr, who had only recently reached the Mammet realm, was far behind him. Ulricus had passed the eighth lightning strike. His body was suspended in the air and was bathed in the green light. Roar! Roar! Roar!

One that could’ve been Gillian or Calisto in a few years if Gallahan and I failed to nest and nurse back our parental blood link with them. Rogue wolves, unlike shape-shifting wolves like us, were uncontrollable. They were much more violent, volatile and aggressive than ordinary wolves and shape-shifting wolves combined. ‘Gallahan!’ I called out, desperation clinging to my attempt. If it was just the two of us, I wouldn’t have worried too much. Gallahan was the General of the Culling Army. Not only was he a capable and strong wolf, but he also had it in him to match the aggression of a rogue wolf.

Her jaw clenched. A faint tremor ran through her hand. This wasn’t just exposure. This was control. Someone had built this narrative piece by piece. Another notification slid in. Then another. Like knives, one after another. "𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗜𝗟𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡? 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗟𝗔 𝗦� �𝗔𝗥𝗞"

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

Seconds later, the sound of large wings disturbing the air drew Nya’s eyes skyward. He appeared over the moon first, as he always seemed to do, pausing there, silhouetted by the silver light, his red and black scales glimmering. Looking up at him, it was hard to think of him as anything other than a magnificent winged creature, a legendary, mythological being of mass proportion. Nya’s mouth dropped open as she gazed up at him, her awe temporarily disturbing her mission.

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

It was made into a national holiday, however this died out only a hundred years ago when it suddenly became impossible to catch sight of them. Years of being hunted had lead to vampires developing stealth and thievery to survive. Rumours arose of their extinction, but were proven wrong when Shane Ainsley had decided to terrorise the Kaedmen Empire. He stole, killed and conquered. This went on until Darron managed to capture him because of his resistance to shadow magic as a user. And that was just recently, which meant Shane was at it for a hundred years at most. “This is insane” she muttered feeling as though she was reading the beginning of an epic novel and forcing herself to remember tha

Gamma Tyrell (Ty) Cloudwater is a loyal footsoldier to King Aidan, he was killed along with Drax and Aidan in a coup by their best friend and blood-brother over a thousand years ago. These events led to him being reborn as one of the most powerful Supreme Beings with Aidan and Drax. Their mission is to keep the supernatural in line to maintain peace. On his journey expanding from revenge to love, he had to make a sacrifice to kill an evil entity, one he will regret or will he?

Meet Ivan Montero,30 years old,an alpha male,arrogant,ruthless business man,the richest bachelor in the city. He owns various business in different parts of the world. He doesn't sleep with the same woman twice,he is known as the most eligible bachelor. He is seen with a new woman each week.