روايات وقصص ضمن God Of Wrath Audiobook

His claws dug into my shoulders, where he was pinning me to the ground and his hot breath was on my neck. “DADDY!” I scream, over and over. I need you, daddy. I whimper in the mind link as the wolf’s teeth pierce my throat. There was a loud growl as the wolf’s teeth pierce my flesh again, there’s a giant sandy blond blur of fur that throws the mangy grey wolf off me. I keep trying to stay awake as I hear the snarling and snapping of two wolves fighting, and a man yelling for the rogue to leave. The thundering of paws sounded throughout the forest, and I knew then that I was safe. I gave in to the darkness that had been threatening to come over me after I pray to our Moon Goddess to look over

She was annoyed at his sister for making her think that way, it was an insecure way of thinking. Atarah looked at the spot where she was supposed to been seated, she didn't see Alaric anyway but she saw the Alpha who was just coming. It was duty of the alpha to start the event with a trembling roar after making a speech. The Alpha mostly spoke about the culture and tradition of the trials, he spoke about how the moon goddess blessed the wolves with this important event and just before his roar, the full moon came out to signify the start of the event. Atarah covered her ears just as the Alpha roared, she considered it noise. It was just bothersome to have that sound echo in her head.

It was Ares’ voice, but it sounded different, full of a desperation I had never heard before. My heart pounded as I started to run, but the fog grew thicker with every step, pulling at me like invisible hands trying to hold me back. "Ares! Where are you?" I screamed, my voice trembling with fear. But the fog wouldn’t let me move forward. I could hear him now, closer, but still unseen. His voice was filled with pain, pleading for help, and it tore at my heart. "Help me… Dahlia, please… I need you…" I pushed myself harder, my body shaking with effort, but the fog was alive, determined to keep us apart. And then, just as suddenly as it started, the voice faded, swallowed by the fog, and I was l

Unable to get rid of the thought of Godiva, I just flipped through the pages of the book until one page was torn out. I decided to take a warm bath. An hour passed with me grumbling in the hot bathtub. When I came out of the bathroom, I heard Castor calling me. He had returned from monitoring the warrior alliance. I pulled a pair of pants from the walk-in closet and put them on. “What about the alliance?” I asked as I flopped down on the bed. [Good. Alpha Elmer recommended one of his warriors who works in government intelligence, and I will pull Riddick to cooperate with him. Only Riddick, the werewolf who has the brightest brain, can do reconnaissance. What do you think?]”

BOOK 3: Chapter 50: Relentless Rhythm “Oh fucking God,” she cries out loud, her moans louder than anything else in the room, echoing like thunder off the hotel walls as he thrusts faster into her, each stroke harder than the last. Her voice is raw, unrestrained, her pleasure spilling from her lips like a sacred confession, and he drinks it in like the most addictive drug.

I didn’t have the whole damn time in the world to listen to his silence. “How about you get the fuck out of my phone and never call me again?” My brows creased, anger warming its way into my chest. “Bosss…” After the trembling voice came whimpers filled with fear. My fingers halted on the keyboard and I leaned against the swivel chair and exhaled. “Maverick. What is it?” “Okay, Boss. Here is the thing….” He paused again and exhaled. The sound filtering into my ear through the phone.

It shattered against an unseen barrier and snapped back into him. He fell to one knee, breathing hard, blood trailing down his chin. “It… it won’t…” His voice cracked with disbelief and anger. “I can’t hurt you.Damn it Isis” he cursed Ivana felt her heart hammering. “Why?” she whispered. “Why are you trying to kill me?” He slowly lifted his head. A mocking smile curled his lips. “Congratulations,” he said coldly. “You are the bride of a god.”

"Was that... was that Prince Kaeden?" “How did...” “Who were these people?” “Was that magic? From you, Alpha?” Their voices are grating, stoking my anger, infuriating me further. "Silence!" I roar. The sound is a physical shockwave that sends the nearest wolves tumbling back. I do not look at them. I do not offer them the dignity of an explanation. I am a god who has been robbed in his own temple, and the sight of their bewildered, pathetic faces only stokes the furnace in my gut.

The deep strict husky voice instantly broke Angela’s trance. Because It was not Gideon but Wrath.

I raised an eyebrow, my gaze burning. “Hmph, and you think they’ll trust you?” I growled, my deep voice reverberating like thunder. My feet sank into the soaked earth as I released more of Fenrir’s power. The ground trembled beneath my weight, cracking in response to the rage boiling inside me. “You murdered pups, hunted defenseless Lunas, and plunged this war into chaos.”