King Of Wrath Kindle Novels & Stories

Jessica, who had not even been able to stand, somehow found the strength to crawl out of the bedroom like a rabid dog, her eyes fixed on the bottle in Julian's hand. "No... Nothing..." Julian tried to hide the water behind his back. "Give it to me! I'm sick and dying of thirst. That water should be mine!" Jessica's eyes were red as she lunged at him with her hands clawing, then bit down on Julian's wrist. "Ah! Let go, you crazy witch!" Julian cried out in pain. His hand shook, and a few drops spilled out. Those few drops snapped Julian's last nerve. In the face of survival instinct, all that love and undying devotion meant squat.

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

Two of them started toward me, their hands already reaching for their weapons, which was understandable, because I didn't exactly look like I was there to shake hands with their master and smile. I looked like what I was: fucking pissed off and ready to spill blood. "Sir…" one of them began. "Move," I growled, not slowing down. The men exchanged a glance, debating whether to follow protocol or trust their instincts. One of them moved to stand in my way. "I'm sorry, Alpha Wrath, but you'll have to…" I grabbed the imbecile by the shirt and shoved him aside. He pitifully crashed into a stone pillar, groaning and losing consciousness.

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.

“I know someone here has it.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ryan replies sharply. “Back the fuck up and kneel–” Kyra laughs high and pitched, “I don’t kneel for wolves. You’ll kneel for me, however, once my hellhound is finished killing off your pack. Give me the book I seek, or you and your filthy, half-breed pack members will die. I’ll dance on their bones and make you watch, because that will be all that’s left–”

He barely flinches. Titan charges next, all six-foot-eight of him built like a fucking freight train. His shoulder drives into my gut and lifts me clean off the ground, dumping me hard on my back. The impact rattles my spine. Before I can roll, Wrath’s boot crashes into my side, cracking at least one rib. I hear it snap, feel the white-hot flare, and I laugh louder.

I caught her as she swayed, wrapping my arms tight around her, holding her close, her weight pressing against me, warm and solid and real. “I have you,” I whispered, my face pressed against her hair, my voice shaking with relief and love and grief. “I have you. You are safe.” Kael screamed again — a long, terrible sound — and then his body began to glow blinding white, light bursting out through every seam, every pore, tearing him apart from the inside out. “I AM THE KING!” He howled, voice breaking into a shriek. “I AM THE GOD! I AM—” There was a blinding flash, a deafening roar, and then — silence.

The King stepped off the edge of the high wall, plunging fifty feet straight down into the rocky floor of the gorge. He hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, the sheer kinetic force of his landing shattering the stone beneath his boots and knocking three nearby wraiths backward. He rose instantly, his golden wolf aura flaring - not as an outgoing magic spell, but condensed tight and hard around his own flesh like a second skin of solid gold. Every soldier who saw him land felt something shift in their chests, a spark of courage reignited by the sight of their King standing unafraid amid the carnage.

He rests his hand on my knee. I place my hand on his and bite his ear lob. "You'll ace that test then." I smile. "And you?" "I was born to ace all the tests. Please..." I grin. My King was too hot today. He was wearing a ripped blue skinny jeans, black v-neck muscle fitted basic T-shirt and black leather boots. Ending with that gorgeous leather motorcycle black jacket. This boy is hot and he knows it. He has long hair but opt to style it in a twist-in bun.

I take deep breaths to calm myself down because all I see is red. There’s so much red that I see myself shifting right here in Blake’s house. If I don’t calm myself, there will be a homicide. My wolf Ace wants to take control and shut this whole damn party down. I don’t know what the fuck Jayda is doing, but if she doesn’t stop winding her hips and get the fuck away from that lone wolf, he’s gonna go on home to be with the ancestors.