Is King Of Wrath Spicy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We circled each other again, sizing each other up, and just as I was about to charge, Spenser pounced on him from the side. Catching the king off guard, Spenser bit down over his throat. The king in the north howled out in pain. As he struggled to get away, I watched as Spenser bit down harder until the wolf stopped struggling. I gaped at Spenser, who had a fury in his eyes like I had never seen before.

A murmur rippled through the ranks, a mix of agreement and fear. “Tonight, he has declared war,” Dante continued. “And tomorrow, I will show him what war truly means. I will burn his strongholds. I will hang his captains by their tongues from the walls of their own castles. I will make his name a curse whispered by mothers to frighten their children. And when I find him, when his coward’s heart beats its last, I will carve it from his chest and show it to the world.” The soldiers, exhausted and broken, still found their voices rising in a roar at their king’s words. The Wrath of the King was not just vengeance—it was fuel, igniting the embers of their resolve.

He laughs, a cold detached sound that sends a chill down my spine. “You must excuse me laughing, but why would I want anything to do with such an insignificant pack as yours?” I growl at him, I might be young but he wont sit and disrespect my pack. “Don’t disrespect my pack, you might be a pack of legends but you are also a pack of many rumours” I spit the words at him, my wolf coming to the surface his rage mixing with mine as my aura swirls around me. Again he looks amused as he stares at me.

I spit in his face. His face squeezes as the slimy substance drips to his nose. A man with full, black hair curses as he rises from his chai, prepared to smack me across the face. But Greed shakes his head in disapproval. “Stop it, Wrath.” Greed tells him. “Let me handle her.” Wrath? Greed finishes cleaning the spit off his face. “You call me evil? The real evil is your King, Cotton ball.” “SHUT UP!” I scream.

"Every time I bite your neck, you moan. I hear it. It makes me wonder if you sound the same with a cock inside you." His arrogant smile was enough to make my blood boil. He would never find out. Prick. Arrogant bastard. Asshole. "You are the king of Wrath. You only make me angry. You won't be able to get me turned on with a simple bite." I bit at him.

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

“You really do not want to spar with me. You wouldn’t make it” “Okay. What about the boss?” Maya asked looking to Megumi. “You really want to spar with me?” she asked. “It would be an honor” she smiled. “Go easy on her” Sachi said. “It’s just a spar” she said and was on the mat. They both took their stance and everyone seemed to hold their breath and lean forward. Takashi included. They blocked each other’s hits and couldn’t land a hit on each other. So it was boring at first, but they were really fast so it was exciting. Megumi was the first to land a hit on Maya’s face and that had her stepping back and licking the blood off her teeth.

Then he laughed out loud. "Yeah, there is no challenge if we give her a party drug because she might get excited and get hot also. It is more pleaser to fuck if it's against her will. Isn't it, Krank?" "Exactly." When a man finished drinking he stood up holding a whip and approached me. A whip hit me in my body causing me to scream. "Ahhhhh!" "Ahahahaha, fuck the scream is causing me more lust!" Following the laughter. I am like a horse being whipped by a man. I moaned constantly in pain.

However, given the profane nature of his anger, it was hard to tell. I saw that man in fury. Whenever we met, he welcomed me with his famous wrath, and, man; I was okay with it. It would be weird if he welcomed with a smile and honey-soaked words. I didn’t think I was enough a man to handle his smiling face and sweet words. I was far more comfortable and blissful being his arch-rival than his acquaintances. Oh God, that would be so fucking awkward, my body was already crawling thinking of we both agreeing on the same thing or seeing a matter in the same view. It was buddy stuff that I wasn’t ready to do with him.

His eyes brightened when it met mine and he blinked twice. I shouldn't give in. I nodded and followed suit into the room. King Herod smiled and took a seat on the long cushioned chair. He straightened himself and motioned for me to come closer and I did.. "Help me take this off." He muttered. He reeked of nothing but alcohol and when he smiled, I could see his rotten teeth and milky tongue. This was not fit to be a King. "I want you to do to me everything you do to King Damien. That young boy thinks he can surpass me in everything. Small boy!" He groaned when he knocked his head on the wall beside him. What a stupid man!