King Of Wrath Kindle Novels & Stories

FREYA I stared at the two men in my room like they had both gone mad. What did they mean by saying mate? Just then I felt my wolf spring up from inside me. Her fur was white and beautiful as she stood. Somehow I could see her and feel her; tears began to gather in my eyes. “Finally, I found my wolf,” I said, staring at her. Her voice jolted me out of emotion. “Mate!” she exclaimed, wiggling her tail at the twins' alpha. I nearly forget that they are inside my room.

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

His hands were clenched into his fist, a clear sign of fuming rage. The king was only a puppet, a veneer of authority he wielded as he please.I turned back to Lord Crisent as I read the room. The man’s gaze still mixed with cold rage and animal instinct. His werewolf eyes glowing with dangerous intensity “Careful what you wish for little girl" the masculine growl released from his voice. I remained poised, settled into the chair and let out a mocking smirk. “ The immunity is granted” the king decrees and his aura flares back to life. I noticed his trembling, sweat drops down his wrist to the ground.

A murmur rippled through the ranks, a mix of agreement and fear. “Tonight, he has declared war,” Dante continued. “And tomorrow, I will show him what war truly means. I will burn his strongholds. I will hang his captains by their tongues from the walls of their own castles. I will make his name a curse whispered by mothers to frighten their children. And when I find him, when his coward’s heart beats its last, I will carve it from his chest and show it to the world.” The soldiers, exhausted and broken, still found their voices rising in a roar at their king’s words. The Wrath of the King was not just vengeance—it was fuel, igniting the embers of their resolve.

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 would feel honoured if my death could lift such a curse or even stop King Ethan from sacrificing his life. Don't you see how special you are to have the chance to-" She suddenly pauses when the door clicks opens and a man with a face of an angel walks in, a cup of steaming coffee in his right hand. I openly gawk at his gorgeous face, spellbound. His stunning physique resembles that of the silhouette of the man that burnt my three attackers alive. He is obviously the powerful Alpha King. I see why the girl thinks he is worth dying for. His impeccable body and face alone can do things to a woman's sanity. I could stare at him for eternity.

Our number increases and it causes them to shout in fear. Their eyes look stunned as Alpha King Vincent growled loudly and made an aggressive snarl. My heart hammering inside my chest as I realize the wolf of my Alpha King Vincent is not really around. He is a creation of Maleficus as he stays kneeling on the ground and groaning. A trick to conquer our enemies without using force.

“The werewolves will unite. In fact, Darren is on track to become Alpha King of all the werewolves.” The chief’s lip curled. “Alpha King, eh? Is that so?” “Yes. And I will be his Luna Queen.” My pulse throbbed. What the hell was I doing? What was I saying? “You think you can manipulate me because I have a kind heart,” I somehow managed to go on, my voice growing cold despite the terror coursing through my veins. “But a kind heart isn’t a weakness. It’s a strength. And if you don’t grant equal rights to every single person—werewolf and human alike—if you continue to fan the flames of these riots, these protests... I won’t negotiate at all.”

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.

I will dedicate my life to making sure he remembers it all and then he can finally have a taste of the hell he put me and my family through. When I looked up at him again, I knew that I would be unable to hide the raw hatred in my eyes or the tears that pooled in them so I just went out without a word only that I never expected to bump directly into Reid. “Gabriella?” his eyes first took in my clothes, the ones i borrowed from the stranger yes, and my disheveled hair then they moved inside the room where the King was standing half naked. His eyes darted between us as if processing what went on and finally , a frown entered his eyes, his jaws clenched tightly and I could see the storm that wa