Fall Of Ruin And Wrath Series Novels & Stories

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

"Talk. "I set the cup down. "His name is Adrian Thorne." I said. "He's a Lycan. The last Alpha of his bloodline." I watched her face process that without expression and continue to hold. "Edgar and Elora orchestrated the destruction of his people three years ago.

He urged, the pensive frown on his face only made it darker. “Oh my fucking goodness.” I muttered, rubbing my temples, trying to ignore the helpless rage threatening to swallow me whole. What exactly was I doing here demanding to be part of Daniel’s life when all I wanted was to get revenge for Ethan’s betrayal? Apparently the entire plan has gone to shit, trapped this spiraling storm of emotions.

I can feel my hands shaking as I pushed the door opened. And right there, there was Ellaine and Daevon together. Coincidentally, his eyes roamed to look at me and immediately distanced himself from his girl. “H-Honey,” he called out. Slowly, a bitter smile crept in to my face, “For the second time, you ruined me,” I mumbled and quickly turned away from them and ran. I quickly headed towards the elevator down to ground floor to fetch my car. Tears started rolling down my cheeks despite me wiping them over and over. I pulled my car door opened and closed it. For one last time, I looked at the building before starting the engine.

Regret was the last thing I saw on Chris's face before I turned my back on him. A human being can literally break you in a few short, simple words because words hurt more than swords.... ■■■■■■■■■ Meet Raphael Andrew a one night stand guy who loves to be in control of everyone around him. He's a stubborn, control freak with a foul mouth who thinks that everyone out there wants power, fame and position from him. What happens when he meet a girl name Julie who doesn't give a fuck about his power and money. What happens when Raphael is discarded by her after spending a night of pleasure together?

“Even if we grew up together, I won’t hesitate to fuck you up if you try to force me to do anything.” “Isn’t it about time that you stopped running away?” He asks, only making my mood drop even more. “That’s the reason that you’ve been avoiding him, yes?” “And what exactly am I running away from?” I ask. “I don’t know what the fuck you could be referring to.” At my words, another laugh escapes Ryu, and before I can stop myself, I’m grabbing his wing and twisting until a sickening crunch fills the air, followed by a shriek of pain from the man himself.

he said. Jake grinned. “I became Wrath in prison. Prison turned me into this. Before that, I was just a regular guy, going to college. Before prison, I’d never even had a parking ticket.” “Shit, Wrath … I didn’t know that.” “Not something I share with everyone. Rancid saved my ass, literally, from getting raped in the showers. After that, I was his shadow. I learned from him and that’s how I survived two more attacks. I spent a lot of time in solitary, but nobody ever caught me with a shiv in the lunch line. I killed five guys in prison like that, men that were going to come after us. The last fight was six months before I got out, Rancid died that day, instead of me. I came here because I f

Then: "What are you doing?" Cassian smirked. Then: "Saving the world." Silence. Then: "Try not to make me repeat myself." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the powers merged. Authority. Truth. Resolve. Dominion. Winter. Balance. Ruin. All of it. Together. Then the seal strengthened. Immediately. Golden chains erupted from the sky. Wrapping around the giant arms. Then another chain. Then another. Then another. The horror roared.

Maxim closed his eyes, drew in the taste of ash and ruin, and roared. The ground shook. Blood burned in his veins, then surged outward like fire untethered. The chains of the ritual glowed red across the stone, cracks splintering through them like lightning. The bond between him and his warband screamed as it tore—threads of power snapping, snapping, snapping. The warriors fell to their knees, gasping, some crying out as the Beast’s shadow ripped free of their lungs. No longer extensions of him. No longer part of his ruin. One by one, they felt their freedom crash back into their bones.