King Of Wrath Kindle Novels & Stories

And being a werewolf who had never shifted, there was only so much his body could do on its own. A knock on the bathroom door startled Evren. “Open the door,” the King’s voice came through the door, and Evren frowned. “I know you’re in pain, Omega. And you’re probably too sore to move. Open the door and let me in.” Evren had the mind to tell the king to fuck off. He wanted to swear at the king and call him every colourful name under the moon but… That was the Lycan King, the ruthless Lycan who had ordered the execution of a man before Evren’s very own eyes, and Evren knew he was probably hanging by a thread.

"Do you think it's wise to do this while our father is ill?" "You have always been a jealous one, brother." "Father Zeus, who rule from Ida, most glorious, most great, and you Sun, who see all things and hear all things, and you rivers and you earth, and you who in the world below take vengeance on men who are done with life, hear me as I take these oaths. I, Sebastian Deusdedit, take on the noble role of emperor and swear to protect the whole empire of Jaresh. I seal this oath with my blood…"

Weakly, he looked forward and saw Zeus coming for him. “Ice wolf.” he called out weakly and multiple wolves plummeted out of his body. The wolves lunged forward and aimed at Zeus but just a gaze from him made all of them disappeared. Zeus walked further until he got to Draco. He then pointed a figure at Draco and shouted, lightning spear. A massive bolt of lighting came running right true, Draco's chest.

He collapsed into the mud, too weak to even crawl. As I looked at the figure curled up on the ground, I felt nothing at all. No fear, no satisfaction, not even a trace of pity. It was like watching a cheap farce. When everyone finally tired themselves out, the man struggled to lift his head. His face was a mess of purple and blue, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Selena, it's me, Cade. I'm your Wolf King. Your destined mate!" Julian strolled over casually, an elegant yet cruel smile curving his lips.

Silently, Keziah walked out of the office with her head bowed in embarrassment. After it came to her realization that Ash was a king, she had been trying to settle things between them and have him back because, after all, he was her mate, but to no avail. When her father, Alpha Kepha, knew about Ash being her mate but she rejected him out of Larrisa's threats, he had been pressuring her to get back with him. Her father was thirsty for royalty, and he kept on saying that if she became her Majesty, he would get to gain the royal image as well.

Mara sucked the blood that was coming out of her lips because she bit it hard enough to make it bleed and it somehow calmed her down. Just when she was about to get off her bed, someone kicked which threw her from her bed to the balcony. The spell of time surrounding her came undone and when she opened her eyes to lash out to whoever kicked her, her bloodlust decreased as she stares at the furious demon in front of her. Wrath's wings are flaming black and purple while he's holding a sword made of dark energy and electricity. Without a word, Wrath swung his sword with a goal to at least chop off a finger.

He thought he had hidden enough, but he couldn't believe that his eyes had accused out. Jame's hands clenched my neck, despite the thin skin peeling off. I made a successful bet. Jame had a love for King David. He's a brave Alpha and will fall in love with another Alpha. Or rather, he's just like me. It's all alpha masquerading, not purebred wolves. I realized this every time the king invaded the territory. James alone is allowed to take care of David. He kicks everyone out. More importantly, every time looks at David, Jame always exudes cheerful pride. It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior.

“Third flank—advance, then lock shields!” A surge of bodies obeyed instantly. “To the east—break their line and pull back, now!” The order rippled outward, precise and sharp. I felt Ryder pacing beneath my skin, massive and restless, his instincts snarling for blood. Hold, I told him. Not yet. A king who lost himself lost his army with him. Smoke burned my lungs. The ground shook as corrupted wolves charged, eyes black with the Evil King’s magic. I cut them down without mercy, steel singing, my body moving on instinct honed by years of war. Every strike was efficient. Every kill necessary.

He growled deep within his throat while his green eyes narrowed to glare at her. His jet-black hair fell past his shoulders and his clothes were so new they hadn’t been washed. Shit. Jessie knew hatred when she saw it in his glare. The night before a fifth testing facility had been raided and approximately ninety prisoners had been freed from their hellish existences. She had a pretty good idea this was one of them. He looked too 8 Justice rough around the edges to have calmed from his experience. He obviously hated

Two crimson eyes shot holes through the black, and its jaw dripped with thick spit. Fear paralyzed my wolf completely. The creature slowed down, its red eyes passing right over Kael and then locking dead onto me. It had no regard for the king. It had found its target. A terrible, sharp sneer pulled back its lips to expose rows of obsidian teeth. Then it charged at us, kicking up dirt and rock as it barreled directly toward our direction. Kael stayed still. He walked right into it's path, his strength exploding around him like a local storm. For the first time in my life, I saw what a real king looked like as he prepared to rip the earth apart to preserve what was his.