A Soft Answer Turns Away Wrath Novels & Stories

What I don't know can't hurt me. My Mind was brought back by the Scripture that Queen was asked to read, "Rescue me, O lord, from liars and from all deceitful people. O deceptive tongue, what will God do to you? How will he increase your punishment? You will be pierced with sharp arrows and burned with glowing coals." "Go to verse six and seven" The pastor interrupted. "I am tired of living among people who hate peace. I search for peace; but when I speak of peace, they want war!" Queen concluded.

Even now, as Faith kept her head low and did not speak, they thought she was acting arrogant. How was being low spirtited in any way arrogant? Faith often asked herself but soon realised that there was no reasoning. The world always looks for a target, once found, all that is needed is a weapon to make wounds and tears on it, no reason or excuses will be able to stop them. So she stopped instead.

Not! “If God doesn’t punish you, then I will retaliate against you.” “That’s funny. How, pray tell, would you get even with me? Tell me, eh?” “The cruelest revenge is not hatred. It is indifference. I no longer have any feelings for you. You are nothing to me. If you died today, I would not even waste my time spitting on your grave. And no matter what you do, you can’t hurt me; not anymore, because my heart is dead!”

Rita asked. "Yes. It is. We do not know who, we certainly do not know why. But she will not stop till she obtains what she wants." "Father is it true that her wrath will be worse than the last time?” Rita asked. “Her wrath is not the kind we should fear. God’s wrath is the only wrath we should fear.” “Yes are indeed correct. Porter will not stand a chance against us.” said Rita. “Remember that the witch goes by many names and that one we do not go around calling. It is sacred to her.”

Rhys sighed dramatically, “Gods, the sexual tension in this car could suffocate someone.” “Shut up, Rhys,” both Nyra and I said simultaneously. My brother grinned into his champagne. “You can’t just solve everything with violence.” It sounded like a plea but I wasn’t about to budge so fast. “And you cannot command power with kindness.” She was about to reply when I added, “You are hurt and that’s why we are here.” That silenced her instantly. Nyra Thorne wasn’t soft… anymore. Soft people did not publicly destroy their own wedding nor would they ever kiss dangerous men in front of everyone to ignite war.

Shirley walked away from the party with a triumphant smirk. Zach made a shameless move to get cozy with me, but Jacob cut him off. "Sorry, but you can get lost now," Jacob said with a casual grin, stepping in his way. "Starting now, you and Lene are done." "What?" Zach's face went stiff. He plastered on a fake smile. "Mr. Quaid, there's got to be some misunderstanding here. Just let me talk to Lene and clear things up—"

"You think you can absolve yourself by pointing fingers? After everything you were given? After all that was done for you?" The weight of his Alpha power pressed down hard enough that Grace whined in submission inside me. My knees seemed ready to give out for a moment, but I gritted my teeth and held firm. Arthur, however, stood resolute, refusing to yield, yet he avoided eye contact—a tell of his own struggle under the pressure. But in a twist I hadn’t expected, Elder William’s fury shifted just as quickly as it had erupted. His face smoothed out, trading wrath for something colder—a composed authority so sharp it felt like a warning.

Laughter that wasn’t joy but mockery. They thought he was prey. They thought his softness made him weak. What they didn’t know was that his softness is a weapon sharper than their claws. His fragility is not weakness—it’s a gift. One they don’t deserve. One only I can touch, hold, protect… break, if I choose. Every insult, every bruise, every tear they pulled from him—they’d pay. Slowly. Painfully. One by one, until the halls reeked of fear so heavy it drowned out everything else.

Respect returning—not as a gift. As a consequence of standing still in the fire and refusing to lie.

“Don’t be too eager to spill blood, Michael. Once you’ve taken a life, it’s over, there’s no going back to being a good guy.” “You’re a good man, Wrath, you might be a bad guy, but you’re one of the best men I know. You’re loyal, dedicated, honorable, and you always do what’s right. If I can be half as good as you are, then I’ll call that a win,” he said. “Just stay true to who you are, no matter how hard it gets, don’t fall off that wagon.” “You know, Wrath, no matter what happens here, I’d follow you,” Weasel said, and gave him a smile.