Novel & Cerita Dread Our Wrath

my mother begged. I just shook my head at her, to all of them. “You will never see me for a long time,” I said. “And when I go back, it must scare all of you because I will not just come back to do nothing,” that moment, I knew that the love I had for them vanished in exchange of hatred that ate me up. For the old Faith that they abused and neglected, and for my child that they didn't spare from their cruelty. “I will come back and make you taste my own wrath,” itsclarixass

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

His voice rumbled with a dangerous edge, sending shivers down the spines of anyone within earshot. Kurt, the middle triplet, radiated an intense aura of power as his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. His muscles bulged with the raw strength that surged through his veins, ready to unleash a torrent of retribution upon their enemy. His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated with a chilling promise. "You have awoken a wrath within us that you cannot begin to comprehend. No one hurts our Mate and gets away with it."

"A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!" King Alaric's face immediately turned pale, flushed with fear and dread. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the expressions of horror on the faces of his subjects. Witches, vampires, and humans alike all shared the same dread. Without wasting time, the king raised his hand and issued the decree that would set off a chain of events no one could have predicted. "Kill them all," he commanded, his voice cold and resolute. "Every last werewolf in the land."

“Fuck you and your twisted plans! You are so unfair and you don't even care about the werewolves you made! All you know how to do is to sit up there on your fat ass, playing cruel jokes that will end up hurting people. I don't need you meddling in my life anymore, you sick, ugly bitch!” “Alpha, don't say that, please. You don't want to anger the Goddess!” Seyric warned but I was beyond caring. I slapped his hands away from me and shoved him off the hill. Why should I care about anybody when the one person I did care about the most was gone? “Kill them all!” Dante cried out, bloodthirsty for revenge. “Burn down the world and everyone in it! They hate us, they want to hurt us all the time and

The sea wasn't water. It was darkness. Living darkness. The entire ocean rose toward the sky. Higher. Higher. Higher. Until it towered above the city itself. People screamed. Buildings collapsed. The stars disappeared. And from within that impossible darkness, a voice spoke. One word. One name. Ashrael. The vision shattered. Reality returned. Evelyn collapsed to one knee. Nearby, Rowan fell against the wall. Blood dripped from his nose. The chamber spun around them. Elara looked furious.

I screamed as I stood up in front of them. I gave my army a grave glare. Then, without noticing, my eyes sparkled like gold. “Leave no ashes behind! Rise from the very bottom of our wrath with the power bestowed upon us!” I raised my hands, screaming, sending my men a message. The intense wind then accompanied my war cry as the sky cried out its anger with rain and thunder. Embers and flames slowly disappeared the moment the heavens shed tears. After years of silence and living in tranquility—the nightmare I had experienced before was happening again. I became a coward, afraid to risk another time.

I want them to pay for what they did to my wife. "Three are dead. Only the leader is left alive." Then she slipped out of the hug. "Who is he?" I ask. I want to know that idiot is. It's a sin against God, but I want that animal's life to end in my hands. I can if I will. I will make him suffer like hell in my hands until he himself ends his life. "His name is Kranky. But he's not the one you should face. It's the person who ordered him." Hatred and angry are in her eyes while saying that asshole's name.

“You dare desire my mate? Dread Lord’s mate…” Before Ryker could comprehend her next move, Dread struck, his massive fist colliding with Ryker’s body and sending shockwaves that shook the entire dark palace. “You better not die easily,” Dread growled, his eyes blazing with deadly intent, “not before I’m satisfied that you were capable of such audacity.”

Aria sobbed in her arms, teenage voice breaking, pain growing sharp and new. “Mom… Dad… it’s loud. The west clan is calling. Madness. Storm rage. Destroyed land. No life. Humans and shifters—hate mixed. Something old is waking. Something big.” The vision hit us all, shared through blood and bond. Far west—entire continent dry. Storm rage unnatural, tearing cities and nature apart. Madness rising. Human and shifter hate feeding it. Old power waking. Global threat. An old enemy remnant. Pure hate from the west, using storm curse rage to destroy. Twisted evolution of the land.