King Of Wrath Free Audiobook Novels & Stories

I gesture to Ogi to wipe his lips, but instead, I get McKenzies attention. "Oh my god. Why is King with purple lips?" She screams. I can sense all eyes on me. "Awesomesauce..." I say. He's a quarter of mile away. "You're paying for this..." I whisper, knowing that he's listening. I walk towards McKenzie, revenge on my face "Listen up, everybody, McKenzie is speaking her mind. Shut tha funk up so thy Queen Bee does not need to scream. Lord knows she can't survive much longer without her dose... of atention." And then I tell her "MethHead" and smile.

She needs her head in the game if she doesn't want to land her ass in jail along Maddy and Emily. Nathan was her past, a past that she can't include in her future because she was afraid of commitment. Jes had just learned to fly she doesn't want a relationship to clip her wings~ ****** NEW BOOK CHASED BY A DRAGON KING Beware of the Ruler Of The Skies~ He can turn your bones into Ashes with the Moondust that he holds in his lungs and fire in his eyes. The descendants of the Gods, the King of the Dragons~ Females melt just by his single brilliantly blazing gaze but the heart of the King Of Dragons had always sought a female he did not know the name of.

Day three, they come. Not together. One by one, like challengers. **Thorn Two** drops from the sky. Wings. He’s not wolf, not human. Bird-boned, hollow, eyes like knives. “I am Wrath,” he says. “I judge the King.” He dives at Cael. Rowan intercepts, claws out. They crash into the stump, splintering it. “Stop,” I shout. “By order of the King—” “He hasn’t earned it,” Wrath snarls, pinning Rowan. “A baby doesn’t rule, strength rules.”

I bared my teeth, fury surging, "Show yourself, coward." He smiled, stepping closer. "You are not your father’s shadow, You are mine." I lunged, claws flashing, but the chains tightened, dragging me down, My wolf roared, but the runes burned, suppressing my strength. Rylan charged, blade raised, "Get away from him!" The King flicked his wrist, Rylan was hurled against the wall, blood spraying. My warriors fought desperately, but one by one they fell, overwhelmed by the King’s power.

“Brave as always, Elena. We can talk about it later, okay?” “Okay.” King Harvey cracks open the book and begins to read to me about werewolf abilities and the wars that were fought. I pay attention to him to not think of my mother. I must wonder how Emily is and my mind starts to wander over the Fate Party. “The King of the North is an older man, who fought beside in the war. He eventually betrayed me, and I forgave him because I won the war.” “Did you ever figure out why he betrayed you?” Peering at the book, I see a man covered head to toe in white plush fur, complete with white hair and undeniable blue eyes. His masculine face is covered by slightly chubby cheeks.

It felt like it was trying to rip open again. I can't beat him, I realized. He is the master of this energy. Every time I use my power, I am just giving him more fuel. I looked at Rowan. He was standing up now, his fur turning a deep, dark gold. He let out a roar and charged the king. "Leave her alone!" Rowan hit the King like a mountain falling. They tumbled into the shallow water, a blur of fur and red light. But the king was a warrior of a thousand years. He grabbed Rowan by the throat and slammed a glowing palm into his chest.

"You still don't get it, do you?" When no reply came, Stefanos sighed, nodding his head. "Fine." The smirk in the Kings face began to falter as the sound of bones crushing and snapping reached his ears. Groans and moans escaped, making the King stumble backwards before he fell back on his butt, staring with horror evident in his eyes. "Sire..." Wraya muttered, a small smile gracing his lips as he felt a sudden surge of energy in his veins. He felt proud. For there stood Stefanos in his full glory, black fur shining lustrously as he growled threateningly at the King, his large figure dominating everyone else.

His anger surged forth, fueled by a sense of entitlement and a desire for unquestioned loyalty. "You dare question my authority?" King Rico roared, his voice laced with fury. "I am your creator, the one who bestowed upon you the gift of your new existence. You have to kneel at my feet, obey my every command, and worship me for all eternity!" Gasps of disbelief and indignation echoed through the crowd of werewolves. Their aspirations for autonomy shattered against the unyielding wall of King Rico's ego. Their eyes glinted with a mixture of defiance and renewed aggression.

Red orbs burned where his eyes should have been, glowing with a cold, merciless intelligence that made my own wolf whimper in reverence. When his paws struck the ground, the earth shook with an impact that rippled through the soil, through my bones, through the very trees. Then he threw back his head and howled. The sound tore through the forest like a blade. It was filled with authority, ancient and absolute. The kind of call that demanded submission or blood. The howl of the Alpha King. The rogue wolf faltered, paws skidding back an inch after hearing the howl that resonated the forest. Fear flickered across its face yet it did not flee like I'd expected.