King Of Wrath Kindle Novels & Stories

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He raised his eyes, filled with remorse and fear, meeting the king's gaze with a mixture of sadness and regret. "I am deeply sorry, my king," Jaguar's voice quivered with genuine sorrow. "I had men tirelessly keeping an eye on him, but somehow he managed to slip through our grasp and hire an assassin without our knowledge. I take full responsibility for this failure." The king's fury simmered, though the embers of rage still glowed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, visibly attempting to regain his composure. Just as he was about to respond to Jaguar, the heavy doors to the throne room swung open with a resounding thud.

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

The boys lunged, but the bodyguards my secretary brought shoved them back. I grabbed Elise's hand and walked through their sputtering threats. *** By the time we got home, their crap was already gone. Outside, they were still yelling—stuff about how I'd regret this, how I'd never get a happy ending. Maybe. But neither would they. Patrick totally lost it when the storm hit. He barked at me from behind the mansion gate. "Erza, calm down! Those are your sons! You almost died having them! How can you cut them off?!"

I feel the mate bond we share snap with the last beat of her heart. The Vampire King then throws her lifeless body to the side and looks at me with a smirk as a shiver of power flows through him. I lose control of my vampire Wrath as I attack him from my kneeling position. We fight punches, kicks, claws, and fangs. We go back and forth until he manages to get behind me, wrapping his hands and arms around my neck. He then twists and everything suddenly goes dark.

Lavisha suddenly cried out as her whole body was full of scars. It’s not easy to fight Lavisha’s clans, especially since she’s have the same ability. Even though she is still the son of the current King and Queen, she still cannot distinguish that they are just a humble citizen and not part with royal bloods. "What about you woman!?" Kairo angrily replied to Lavisha. "Don't underestimate Kairo, go now!" "Fuck!" annoyed the young man and suddenly disappeared like a bubble and took Elona inside his room. **** Kairo just slid to the floor while looking at Elona's unconscious body that was now lying on his bed. While the Seuñres are treating the wound Elona sustained on her head.

Though the more I failed to get out of his hold, the more he finds my struggle arousing. I don't even understand why wrath refused to consume me at the moment even after planting in my head I wanted to kill him again and against for daring to touch- let alone, continuously lick me. My heart keeps on pounding in my ears, my vision was hazy, my breathing so fast and loud, my whole body hot, I feel like slowly losing my humanity. If this is not wrath, then what is this feeling?

Shifting backwards she looked up at the man, removing her blonde hair from her face, and wrapping her arms round her elbows she waited for him to say something. Minutes passed, before he finally cleared his throat and then said, "Welcome to Keanu Clan. Who are you?" Oh wow! He was one blunt and straightforward motherfucker... Ruby thought to herself. "I... I..." "Don't stammer please. You can start by introducing yourself. I am Fenris, Fenris Romulus. It might interest you to know that you're in the midst of werewolves. Wolves actually, I'm sure you know them right?" He asked, and Ruby nodded intrigued.

The ground trembled. Then—I found it. The moment. The Wendigo reared back, mouth wide, ready to consume. I dove forward, jaws wide, and bit down into its throat. And I burned. The fire that had awakened in me roared out, licking from my mouth, my claws, my very soul. The Wendigo shrieked—not a cry of rage, but terror. It was burning. From the inside out. It stumbled back, flailing, its whole body igniting, curling, blackening. The fire roared, not orange, not blue—but Blood red. Sacred.