Days Of Wrath Book Novels & Stories

The grand Empress sighed a heavy breath and closed off the book. It had been a complete day since she was engrossed into the book and had finished only one life. The book was entitled as “7 days and 7 lives” which meant that there were still 6 pending for her to come across. She was already baffled and emotionally unstable at the moment witnessing all the Chaos that Trinity had been through all her life which had been engraved on the muffled pages of that heavenly book.

Still, he touched the boy as though the world wasn't collapsing around them. As though violence did not exist. As if love alone could change destiny. Wrath snarled. He hated gentleness. He hated softness. He hated. He stepped closer before he realized he was moving. Flames burst high around him, crackling in the air. "What mortal dares summon me?" Wrath thundered out, shaking earth with his voice. Jophiel looked up. Their eyes met. It was then that something inside of Wrath burst. A chain he never knew existed snapped clean through.

He was fast, and before she knew it he dropped her on her feet as he looked outside the window, he growled when he saw a small pack of wolves, and he mumbled “Intruders” he clenched his fist as anger was visible on his face. The Clyde she saw was very much in recognizable. 'We got some intruders' he sends a mind link to his brothers, Immediately he did that, Kiara saw Rafa from the window taking gentle steps, but Rage was all she could sense from him even though she was not close to him at that moment. She frowned as she saw Rafa pounce on one of the werewolves and in the next second snapped his neck.

I wish I could stay here forever. True to his word, the warlock journeyed back with me in two days. We reach the Rumble pack and the battle began. I unleashed Dan who was seething mad. Dan had gone feral and almost lunatic. As the warlock faced chan and his dad, Dan faced the alpha and his loyal idiots. The rest of the pack who opposed him we're all put in the dungeons. Those who were fools came to fight. The pain of rejection and loss infused the anger. Both Dan and I saw red. Crimson tidal wave of rage. By the time we came to, I was lying in blood. Swimming in blood. The warlock and his son were dead and burnt beyond recognition except their heads. I couldn't even remember anything.

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”

Their hearts stand united with the evidence evident on the wrist. And now as the wolf has died and their hearts have survived They came to be known as the thunder mates. .................... They met on enemy's boundary In storms of revenge and hate But as their inner sparks ignite They were left at the mercy of fate. Met once again with his hate dominating it all Her wounds salted by a replacement standing at her place . Powers got unleashed love got redefined and when the knock of death came to take along They refused standing back as allies. With determination to unite so strong and will to fight all along

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

"I knew you were here to take my husband from me, you bitch!" Preston did not stop Tara from attacking me because he wanted to teach me a lesson after how I openly went against him. My body, already bruised and injured, was thrown onto the floor again. This time, I retaliated by grabbing what was within reach and flung them at Tara. Stools, vases, and decorative pieces sailed through the air, hitting Tara. Preston, who stood beside her, became collateral damage. "That's enough!" Preston bellowed as he dodged the flying items.

Remmy's POV "As the Heavenly Host wept for their lost Brethren The Angel of Storms had raged alone For he would never accept the Fallen As ever being truly lost." ~ The Book of Lost Days Ado, 11: 1 "You stink!" Rainwater, cold from a long night's wait, collected in a dirty tin, splashed me in the face. "Get out of here, you bum! Fucking get!"

Tristan’s POV~~ He has passed out for the past three hours, and he has yet to come back to consciousness. That’s the outcome of being at the mercy of my wrath. The strongest warrior in my pack will be like a helpless soul caught in the storm of my anger, trembling under the weight of my wrath. More reason: I prefer to keep things peaceful and harmonious in my pack. I don't enjoy revealing my wrath to them. I do that when it is needed, just like what kept healer Ragnar unconscious.