King Of Wrath By Ana Huang Novels & Stories

asked the alpha king, the beta’s hands shook with anger, he wanted to kill this man with his bare hands, how can he be so cruel? But he kept his mouth shut and did not say anything. Soon the warriors were brought back, they were already beaten up really good, they were also thrown into the middles, Anita mastered the last strength she had relaying on her wolf for strength, she stood tall then looked at the warriors in front of her glaring at her. “Now I will kill him right in front of you as you watch and not able to do anything.” She said then with one swift move Larry had stopped moving, his neck broken and his eyes open.

Yet here stood this Crown Prince, a man who’d claimed to be my fated mate, obsessed with personal power and willing to sacrifice me on the altar of a hybrid-breeding factory. ‘Era,’ I whispered into the night, “as sure as my name is Ana, I won’t be toyed with. The Royals need to be gutted. They need to be taught that a witch’s fire is not something you can cage for profit.” Era remained silent. An unusual, ambiguous hush, that tasted of lead. The bond between wolf and mate was sacred, and though I had seen the monster behind the mask, my wolf was mourning the dream. That quiet unsettled me more than any roar, it was the sound of a spirit being torn in two.

he bellowed, a twisted smirk adorning his face. Aurora's eyebrows shot up in fear as she locked her gaze with Jericho's piercing eyes. The realization of the impending torture sent shivers down her spine, knowing the deep hatred the two brothers held towards her. Despite her training to remain unyielding, Jericho had managed to break through her defenses. She could only imagine the excruciating pain that awaited her at the hands of the king, now that she had learned her death had been postponed.

Huang Chen immediately thought of the An Taotao, he suddenly stared around with his eyes, his face suddenly changed, "Miss Ann? I salute her. She is brave enough to stab Mr. King. I see, then she can't see the sun tomorrow. As per Mr. King, evil people must go to hell.” "I don't think it's possible." Tange smiled, he smiled very hopefully. Huang Chen frowned, he couldn't understand where he got the confidence, and said "Mr. King had instructed anyway, the woman must die." "What are you muttering about?" Mr. King was tired of listening, a cold eye swept past them, and they were scared to silence. Mr. King’s cold face, stared at the door, as if thinking about how to torture An Taotao. *

The air seemed to freeze as if someone had pressed pause before I heard their voices welding together, strong with no mockery this time. "Her royal highness, the werewolf princess Anastasia Nikita Furthrone," They kept on saying over and over again as I took each step, walking as if I owned the land and I could just imagine all my ancestors behind me, walking with me, proud and strong, giving me the power to be stronger. I took the last step, finally seeing the people. A group of thirty probably, led by four women from different ages, all bowed down yet their eyes not moving from me so I held their stare with the same power. I held their stare with the strong determination, matching the hate

she explained. “Wow…” I muttered, still in shock. “And you, my darling, are very pretty. Gosh, your ginger hair is gorgeous! Just a quick warning: some girls are already jealous of you since you’re under the most wanted and admired Kings.” “The last slave of the lycan kings, Ann, was trashed because she had too many scars, and the kings despised any damage on what’s theirs. And by the way, she got those scars from the other girl’s secretly bullying her.” Yuri whispered as if afraid of the other girls overhearing her.

The wind howled through the pines, carrying Huda’s desperate cries away into the dark, but Anya didn't flinch. The Omega who had lived her life apologizing for her own existence was gone. In her place was a woman forged in the fires of betrayal, her pulse a steady, war-like drum. She didn’t return to the penthouse. She didn’t go back to the warmth of Giovanni’s arms yet. If she was to truly be the Queen of the North, she had to burn the weeds of her past at the root.

"Let you drink it? Giving it to you would be a waste! You're deadweight! If it hadn't been for you, I would've taken the money and left by myself long ago! Why aren't you dead yet?!" Julian poured all the fear, hunger, and despair of the past few days onto the woman he had once cherished. Jessica was beaten until blood was coming out of her nose and mouth, and two of her teeth were knocked out. But her will to survive made her fight back just as viciously. She flailed wildly and grabbed the heavy glass ashtray on the coffee table. Bang! Jessica used every bit of strength she had and smashed the ashtray against Julian's forehead. Blood instantly ran down Julian's forehead and covered his eyes

she wonders, how did she know that, "My phantasm is called Blood Reaper? Sounds nice and intimidating." she replied. Instantly, the information about her phantasm and all its abilities were at her disposal. Information was flowing from her subconscious mind, too fast for her to process. With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.