God Of Wrath Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

Tyson didn't need Jason to finish his sentence because he knew what he wanted to say so he nodded his head then went off the carriage. Five minutes after he was on the ground a burst of crowd sounded ,they were a lot everyone was talking and it was noisy and Tyson was very irritated but he tried to listen to what they were saying "Oh Moon Goddness they are here ,the smoke pack are here they are ranked 10th" "Look look alpha king John is here ,I heard his daughter is a golden wolf" "aaahh male God ,bless him here is the Palade pack look there is their alpha king"

And Kurai. He is just right there sitting in a majestic pose, so relaxed as his face and seems his beautiful dark eyes don't blink. What a weird god. Then the music starts. I start to sing the song. But this time, it feels like I wasn’t the one who was singing. Its voice rolled over the place in sorrowful waves. Swells of power rose up in my throat. I couldn’t even tell if it was words that came from me. Its voice was music, and grace, and the haunting feeling of knowing that my voice was brought out in a fit of pain.

BAM! Hearing this, Alpha Fenrir stomps his paw on the ground, as if to unleash his anger. “Such insanity!” With the intense wind pressure coming out from his paw, I had to shield Restia with my body, till the dust settled down. “Insanity…?” I inadvertently murmured. “I’m actually rather surprised that I was brainwashed by you.” “Brainwashed…?” Fenrir immediately scowled. “What is the meaning of this…?”

To his Smart Watch, he ordered, "Take me back to my time, my mission here is over, and leave no single err in Time; as though I never came here-" "Are you sure of this?" the Smart Watch asked. Anderson turned to look at the teary-eyed faces of the duo, then said affirmatively, "Yes." "Processing in 3. . ." The mob finally broke the gate. ". . .2. . ." "Seize him!" ordered the old man. ". . .1!" There was a kind of time-bomb-like explosion, and then, there was total silence and blackout.

The man whispered in Alpha's ears before start his punishment orders by the Goddess of werewolves. He whipped on his back. Alpha Raven controls his shrieks but it turns unbearable with the sweat. His bruises started to bleed and burn. The man continues whipping his back which tears his flesh. The people closed their eyes. They could tolerate their Alpha miserable and severe punishments. His screams were horrifying. One man brought burning red iron-red and wait for the Goddess to permit. Alpha Raven's flesh was torn like some beasts attacked on him. He was down with the punishment.

A love that manifests all growth, a love that conquered every foreign emotion and a love that will not quiver, in time, in pain and in hard experiences in life. Ethan and I, we started in a rough path. There is too much events that made us feel the wrath to each other. We loathed each other to the point that we made mistakes but those mistakes brought us together. The wrath that we felt leaves us scars but more importantly, it leaves an important lesson. Above all, love can conquer. Wrath will fade. Sufferings will end. Fairy tale do come real. Happy ending is for everyone. Wrath… it makes us do things. But with Ethan Velasquez, my husband and the love of my life, I am willing to experience

“From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference. “Now, we all know the only things that will never change are how morally questionable and life-threatening they are. So, if you are not up for the challenges, lacking in insurance, or weighed down by that pesky, little voice at the back of your head you call a conscience, you are free to exit now.”

Odell never lets Barak end his sentence by cutting him off in a raging tone. "You may not be able to be calm but at least be sensible about this situation, and let's handle it the way we should, before our father's gets back with more information." Layland, another one of the Gods around Barak and Odell's age group cuts in, while staring at him manly. "Of course, because your father is standing healthy and not the one laying on this bed DEAD!" Odell with so much grief adds. "Okay then, you can keep raging upon the humans and then when all the damages is done, I think you'll find regret quite harder than your grief, so your choice." Alec another of the Gods says.

He didn't panic, and bowed: "The Lord of the Gods has come, making me panic." Panic, do you know what panic is? You threw it all away for that fox demon, didn't you?" The wrathful voice of the Lord of the Gods seemed to have enveloped the heavens and the earth, fortunately, no one else could hear it. But the only person who can hear still turns a blind eye, has ears but is deaf, just bows his head, and doesn't speak. The Lord of the Gods took a deep breath, tried his best to control his anger, and said, “León de Fuego, Fire God, come with me!”