Fall Of Ruin And Wrath Series Novels & Stories

I had intended to break her, to firmly remind her who exactly she married but the moment she stood over Gerald, cold and completely unbothered about the pooling blood, something stupid snapped inside me, she looked so damn good playing the boss. And then this bitch broke my nose, I touched the bridge of my nose, wincing slightly as a fresh throb of pain shot through my face. I pulled over at the secure yard a few blocks away from the warehouse, stepping into the cool night air, I washed the blood from my face and stripped out my ruined shirt, staring into the cracked mirror of the locker room, I looked deep into my own eyes. Rowan Moretti had officially declared war, he had shot my brother,

Fallen on the balcony, dead and inert, the raven became a silent victim of the fury that consumed its master. In Justin's lair, the furious dance began. His dark power manifested itself in destructive waves, breaking everything within reach. The fury that was unleashed knew no bounds, as hope turned to ashes and the truth became undeniable. Justin, who had given up at the last minute on his meeting with Salazan, the supreme being of darkness, now found himself with no choice.

The wall has always been there, but I never realized it was out of place and kept Clover and I from fully connecting. “We swear our loyalty to the Bloodwrath and Hale Kingdoms, we swear to protect all lycans, werewolves, vampires, and species not present. We will fight and guide our Kingdoms towards peace and harmony.” My heart pounds I my chest, Raven’s grip tightens around my hand as we listen to Ares leading all of the warriors in their oath to the realm. “I’m right here with you, we’ve got this. Listen to your instincts and what Ruby says,” I softly speak, lacing my fingers with hers, I look over into my twin’s glowing red eyes, and nod reassuringly.

The world fractured into a scream. The ground yawned open, swallowing sky and stone alike. Flames surged upward like rivers of molten wrath, while shadows poured downward like the ocean’s abyss. Adrien’s grip on Sera’s hand was the only anchor in the chaos. They fell. The roar of the collapsing wasteland drowned out thought, but Sera’s eyes, burning weakly yet unbroken, met Adrien’s. Neither let go. The chasm’s depth seemed infinite. Firelight clashed with shadows in a maelstrom of creation and destruction, colors bleeding into impossible shapes. It was not merely a pit, but a wound in the world.

They were the scouts and assassins of the werewolf clans, feared, respected, and never quite trusted by the other packs. Ragnar Strikefast stood in the center of the combat ring, his chest heaving, his knuckles bloodied. Around him lay three training partners, groaning and clutching various injuries. He had been sparring for hours, working out his rage on anyone foolish enough to step into the ring with him. It was not helping. "Enough." Alpha Obsidian Nightprowl’s voice cut through the clearing like a blade.

I roared inside my mind. But how had I missed it? His arms were massive columns of solid muscle, veins branching like rivers beneath sun-hardened skin. Dark tattoos began at his fists and climbed his arms until they vanished beneath his leather armor, reappearing on his neck as obsidian runes that seemed to pulse with every breath he took. He was the living image of a god of war and ruin.

of the ceiling started to descend like a massive, slow-motion jaw. ​"Protect the twins!" Kaelen roared. ​He shifted mid-air, the White Wolf of Ruin exploding into existence. He met the first wave of warriors with a savagery that painted the violet walls red. His massive paws crushed obsidian blades into dust. His growls shook the chamber, causing chunks of coral to fall from the ceiling.

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

Ruin of pain 26. The battle between the angel and the devil 27. The path of pain 28. Let the darkness begin 29. Fates cross and the last petal falls 30. The vampires' ultimate 31. Dawn of hope 32. The Final Card 33. The silence of the lost souls 34. For Love 35. The wrath of his slaves 36. Under new eyes 37. First fruits 38. The way of the Guardian 39. The Dagger of Death 40. The last look Prologue

She shook her head and screamed, "Impossible! You're lying! You're still holding a grudge over his infidelity, right? You can save him. You're a top specialist from abroad! How could you fail?" Jenny was crying. She refused to believe my words. Galen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. "Sabrina, you hate me, don't you?" I met his gaze calmly. "I hate you. I hate your betrayal. I hate that you destroyed my ability to save lives. But Galen, I am not someone who would let personal feelings override human life. I cannot cure your illness." His shoulders slumped, and he leaned against the doorframe. Then, he slowly walked away. However, he didn't go far before his body collapsed to the floo