King Of Wrath By Ana Huang Novels & Stories

the first man said. “I pictured her a little more … fleshy. Wrath’s a big guy,” the man said and sniggered. “My name is King and I’m the president of the Night Stalkers. If you behave yourself, you won’t be hurt too much. Wrath has a lot to pay for.” She had no idea where the courage came from, but she couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth, maybe she didn’t want to. “And yet you’re punishing him by scaring a little boy and threatening a woman. How manly of you.”

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

she beams. "I'd love that," Anaiah is a philanthropist who has helped many people. She is the reason why women can get their goddess-given titles and rights. Over twenty years ago, there were no female alphas who led a pack. Most ranked women were married off to men to elevate their family, but all that changed when Anaiah became Luna Queen. She petitioned, fought, and changed the rules for women. Not only that, but she is also the most potent fighter after the King. People even whisper that she is stronger than he is because she has royal abilities. Anaiah Altamirano Lavista is a legend in the realm. I glance at her again, knowing I will never be half the Queen she is.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

“The Queen of Wrath!“ Sam roared at last, taking his rightful place next to me. He raised his sword high, and the roar of the Wrath demons followed. The sound was deafening, terrifying, and soon the other kingdoms joined in. The entire realm seemed to shake with the force of their collective voice. The Queen of Wrath was born.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

"You're the king of killers in the world? What a joke!" Wielding the Dragon’s Wrath Sword, Yang Xiao slashed at the King of Killers. The King of Killers was scared out of his wits. In a split second, he abandoned his sharp blade and dodged the attack. “Puchi~~~” Unfortunately, his speed was faster than Yang Xiao’s, who was heavily injured and on the verge of death. The Dragon’s Wrath mercilessly slashed onto the King of Killer’s right arm. In front of countless pairs of eyes, the assassin king’s right arm was thrown high into the air, his body separated from his body.

I asked and looked at Aana who was looking at me with teary eyes while holding the tree. "She got scared because you released your aura," She said, making me realise my mistake. I was realising my aura in anger. I look back at the Shrine, she was calm now and lay down on the ground. "She is looking exhausted." I moved my hand on her fur. "I accidentally hurt her… I'm sorry" I whimpered and kissed her forehead. My anger is my strength as a werewolf king but at the same time, I end up hurting my people accidentally. That's why I hate my power. It became my weakness instead of my strength. I carefully observed the Shrine.

Aluna’s spirit trembled as the dark markings began climbing from her arm toward her heart. I stepped forward. The circle flared violently. The mist howled. And just before my foot crossed the glowing line. A cold laugh echoed from behind me. “You should have stayed in your throne room, King.” The witch. Her presence filled the gray void. And the circle around my mate ignited in crimson fire.

“I’ve seen her in magazines. Ads. Charity galas. Never thought she’d be this—this present. She carries herself like she was carved by time itself.” A soft chuckle, meant to break the tension, but it didn’t reach Rex. The King leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “That’s Annie Yin, isn’t it?” The name detonated silently in the space between them. The name struck the space between them like a match dragged across stone. “She doesn’t look like someone who’s survived pain,” the King added. “She looks like she conquered it.” Still, Rex said nothing. Because his world had collapsed inward. And Judith felt it.