King Of Wrath Barnes And Noble Exclusive Edition Novels & Stories

He was my only true friend. When I got down, I could hear the place getting silent. I could tell it was because of my scent. The scent of the only lycan king, since all of them here were werewolves. Their eyes trailed on me as I headed to one of the seats that were empty. They allowed Rafael in too, which wasn’t allowed because he was a Beta, but I guessed they bent the rules for me. When we got to our seats, we sat down as we awaited for the event to start.

Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the God of War, Ares that makes it so much powerful. “This is the extent of my help.” He said “This is such a precious thing to hand me. Are you sure it’s just right to give me this?” He’s still hesitant to receive such grace “Yes. I know that my sword is in good hands” he simply said and smiled “From today on, you’ll be taking place on this world. This will be your new home.” He added as he handed him the ring and the sword

There has to be some explanation. “The new leader of the Legion is rumored to hate werewolves. But he have to take the seat as the next of kin,” Matt delivered what happened in the mainland. The Golden Claw Empire was not much of a fan with the Legion despite giving us favors. One time, the King orchestrated a hunting game to all werewolves in this town to celebrate the prosperous years in the business industry. Humans witnessed the hunting, and the shape shifting. Despite being reprimanded by the Claw Council, the King insists the hunting game. Words got to the Legion. We broke one od law set by the treaty and that is not to invoke fear to the humans.

Shaking her head Belle looked up at Raja and held up a hand causing Raja to stop mid sentence. “It is fine Your Radiance, His Grace is upset and he is on a fury strike so do not engage.” Looking at the King, Jezzebelle not once broke his eye contact as she struggled to get out of the wheelchair. Once out of it she started to move towards him. Turning around, the King huffed and walked to his office. Her father however was severely displeased with him.

Lothaire informed her sternly, once again clad in his shirt. "A very generous offer. But I don't bother myself with such things," the woman replied, thinning her lips. "Bullshit. Everyone covets something. What's yours?" Lothaire took a step forward, his hands clenching and unclenching. "You can't afford me" "I can't but he can. After all, he is the king," Willow countered before Lothaire could open his mouth. "The king?" She cocked her head and peered at Lothaire closely.

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher.

" Nya asked it The red markings shrank, forming a symbol at the small of her back. "A Prime Crest?" she said, somehow knowing instantly what it was even though none of her previous lives had ever seen it. As she wonders about the crest, a message flashes in her mind; [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] In response to this, the crest hisses in her mind, followed by a screeching in her head that left her with a headache and bits of information that she suddenly knew. "I triggered my phantasm, my special omen ability, and went into a frenzy. I killed my sire, and absorbed his essence. Does that mean I'm a rouge vampire now?" she wonders, how did she k

“Killian Blackwood’s company launched a new product almost simultaneously with ours. Their campaign… it’s dominating the market right now.” I froze. My fingers clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palm. Of course, he wouldn’t let me have even this small victory. “What product?” My voice cracked slightly as the words forced their way out. He hesitated again, as if saying it aloud would somehow make it worse. “It’s… it’s being called ‘The FutureWear Collection.’ Jackets and accessories are integrated with smart technology. LED features, temperature control, and even an app for customization. Flashy, futuristic. People are swarming towards it. The media can’t stop talking about it.”

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.