God Of Wrath Novels & Stories

“And you, what the hell are you doing just standing there? Get him and lock him up! Don’t make me repeat myself!” The warriors finally moved, spurred on by my fury. They rushed toward him, but Reid’s dagger flashed. The first man to reach him let out a grunt as Reid’s fist slammed into his jaw. The warrior collapsed, blood spurting from his mouth as gasps filled the air. “Oh, no…” a maid whispered, clutching her apron as fear rippled through the crowd. “Don’t you dare stop!” I bellowed, my own blade raised high. “The next man he knocks down, I swear to the Moon Goddess, you’ll die by my hand!” My voice rumbled like thunder, and my promise struck deep.

Two of them started toward me, their hands already reaching for their weapons, which was understandable, because I didn't exactly look like I was there to shake hands with their master and smile. I looked like what I was: fucking pissed off and ready to spill blood. "Sir…" one of them began. "Move," I growled, not slowing down. The men exchanged a glance, debating whether to follow protocol or trust their instincts. One of them moved to stand in my way. "I'm sorry, Alpha Wrath, but you'll have to…" I grabbed the imbecile by the shirt and shoved him aside. He pitifully crashed into a stone pillar, groaning and losing consciousness.

The wave of energy clash sent the elder and his fellow warriors tumbling back, hitting the ground hard and coughing up blood. The square was filled with the sound of jaws hitting the floor. Rainger and the entire Brown family stood in shock. Their top warrior, a martial general with major mastery, had been flung away by a single blow! What did that mean? "Could it be...a martial god?" the white-haired elder managed between coughs of blood, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect. "What?!" The Brown family members gasped together. A martial god-level opponent!? The adversary was none other than a martial god—a term that seemed too fantastical to believe!

I can’t see her in the crowd, because I know that she’s probably hiding in the back, wearing all black and her signature hoodie. “After the shift, we will all shift and join our newest wolves on a pack run!” Dad finishes. That’s when Owen and I both collapse in pain, Dakota pushing forward to shift. I feel my bones breaking and rearranging, my face morphing into a snout. All around me the others are screaming and yelling in pain, their wolves pushing forward just like Dakota. My yells soon turn into a howl, and I stand up on four legs, looking down at my pure white paws. Dakota lifts his head and howls to the moon, giving thanks to our Moon Goddess. I look over at where Owen was, and I see a

Sienna did not even blink, and she said expressionlessly, “Come. I’ll be standing here. You can beat me; it’d be better if you beat me to death.” Sienna’s father was the legendary God of War, who was a hero that once stood at the top of the world to defend his family and nation! It was not this eccentric scumbag who was blinded and could not even distinguish between right and wrong! He was not worthy! Sienna had riled Keegan, and his whip was about to fall. At this moment, a clear and low voice suddenly came from the door. This voice was attractive and pleasant, but it was also oppressive and sinister at the same time—

He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body. He guided me out of my room and into the family dining area, where my mother sat stirring her morning tea. She was looking out the large window taking in the sunrise. “Summer.” Jaedon bowed in front of my mother, a signed of extreme respect. I was shocked that he was bowing down to her. She was equally as shocked. She gave me a funny look and mouthed ‘what’s going on?’ I smiled shyly. “I am Alpha Jaedon of Snow Creek. My father, the last Alpha Nicholas, was very close friends with your late mate Dread Dire.”

“Because I’m not letting her go.” The wolf rose higher, moonlight gathering in its chest. The forest trembled. The moon flickered violently. The air stilled with lethal certainty. Sienna grabbed Ryder’s hand. “Run.” They bolted as the celestial wolf released a surge of divine power that tore through the clearing, ripping trees from their roots, splitting the earth open, and swallowing the place where they stood moments before. The goddess had unleashed her wrath , and she would not stop until one of them broke.

Every weapon hummed in harmony with her heartbeat, the Chakram, Vajra Spear, and Trident forming a triad of divine resonance. Maximus’s dark eyes darted around in panic. He knew what was coming. Centuries of terror, manipulation, and dark conquest were about to end. The Water Buffalo Demon screamed, a sound that shook the desert and rattled the few cliffs that dared stand near, but the goddess would not falter.

Blood sprayed across the storefront window like a fountain. The street fell into chaos. Cars crashed into one another and burst into flames. Screams, sirens, and the sound of tearing flesh mixed together. Within just a few short hours, the city had completely collapsed. Early the next morning, Julian was woken by the endless screams and the sounds of car alarms below. He rubbed his sleepy eyes as he walked to the tall window, cursing under his breath. Then he pulled the curtains open. "Why is it so loud this early..."

"She committed a Creative Suicide. The franchise... it’s bleeding out!" ​Leo didn't speak. He didn't have to. The silver radiance pouring from his skin was so intense it began to melt the black servers nearby, turning the "Residual Emotional Data" into a river of molten ink. He raised the charred flute to his lips. ​The God of War’s Last Stand