A Soft Answer Turns Away Wrath Novels & Stories

Fire raged around them. But Jophiel had not flinched. “What kind of angel doesn’t fear fire?” snarled Wrath. “The kind," Jophiel whispered, "who refuses to let a child die frightened." Wrath's flames flickered. So small a sentence. So soft a voice. And yet it struck him harder than any blade ever had. The warmth of Jophiel spread across the clearing, pushing against Wrath's fire without violence. Not attacking him, merely existing. Merely being.

She sighs and took my palms into hers. "Lowell I've known you right from when you were a kid. You're always been a wonderful child. you have a good heart. search in your heart bring back that good person you've always been. Don't let anger define who you really are. Lowell I know you wouldn't want to have the blood of an innocent girl in your hands right?"

Everyone around here sees me as a ruthless Alpha and believe I have no good part in me but truth be told, I am so worried about Sarai which leaves me to question, “Why has everything changed because of Sarai?” My wolf laughed at me. 'I told you before.’ I wasn’t sure what he meant. “you told me what?” I asked my wolf. ‘You are soft at heart and you are only trying to hide that part so others won’t take advantage of you.’ My wolf concluded with a growl. “I am not soft.” I said vehemently trying to defend myself. “Let’s agree you are not soft. Only one thing makes a hard man forget about how mean he can be and turn him into a sweet man.” I cut the speech from him.

I said and he scoffed once again but this time he didn't try to defend himself. Looking at the last one in the room I took a deep breath. "Viha" I whispered while looking at Alaric. "Also known as wrath, known to show any form of anger sometimes even during a calm conversation, emotions tend to be intense" I said leaning forward a little as his eyes flashed a deep red.

You'll never cross an emotional bridge, if you keep rushing back to the other side. T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence" ••• I wished that time didn't exist. That the obstacles could just be removed, that waiting for him to come back to me could just come faster. Time was a problem I faced. Time wasn't my friend at all, it would either fast forward my life or rewind it.

"They had no right to say those things." "I agree, Haven. But you called Abby Godless?" "It's true. God is love and she does not spread love. She spreads hate all over the place. That's not right." "You guys have been friends forever. Don't you think you should apologize?" Heath questioned. "I will when she does. She was rude first." "What happened to turn the other cheek, Hav?" "I don't think that applies when someone calls my boyfriend a demon!" I exclaimed. "Fine. What's going on with you and Grace? She said you guys are in a bad spot?"

She knew that he would understand why he needed to apologize so she wanted to see if she would stand by his words. She leaned closer to the child and held his hand. “It’s not too late to apologize when you realize that you were wrong. Remember, a soft word turns away wrath but a harsh word stirs up anger.” Caleb looked conflicted as he looked at the nanny who was still crying. Bea smiled. She knew it. Caleb was not a brat. “Do you want your nanny to leave again?” she said in a whisper. Caleb’s expression crumpled more. She thought that Caleb was just a kid no matter how smart he was.

"It's only been a few days, Fred. How did you turn into such a shameless liar?" Sandra asked contemptuously. "I know you've got a lot of pride, but if you can't even afford to put food on the table, maybe you should stop pretending you're fine," Lester chimed in. "Sandy has always been soft-hearted. If you just swallow your pride and apologize sincerely, she'll forgive you. Getting you a job wouldn't be out of the question…"

he says. “I will not lie.” He leans closer. “We don’t need truth. We need power.” There it is. Clear. Honest. Ugly. “You already have power,” I say. “You just don’t know how to carry it.” His hand tightens. “Bless him,” he repeats. “If I bless anything,” I say quietly, “it will be mercy.” Anger flashes across his face. “Mercy is weakness.” “No,” I reply. “It is restraint.”

"The money it's worth is nothing to me. If you don't want it, then just throw it away." The moment he finished his sentence, I turned around and threw the bracelet into a nearby trash can. "You can throw away the things I gifted you previously too." With that, I walked away without sparing him any more glances. Andrew stayed glued to the spot, even after my shadow had disappeared from sight. His expression was still cloudy. A friend, who wanted to appease him, sighed. "Kaylee's just protecting her pride. She's just doggedly holding it in. Just watch, Andrew. She'll regret it before the night even falls."