King Of Wrath Kindle Novels & Stories

Gripped firmly in one of their hands, a tray made of polished gold remained concealed beneath a vibrant red cloth. "Valerius," King Roderick's voice pierced the silence, his lips curving into a sinister smile that hinted at hidden intentions. As his words spilled forth, they resonated with an unwavering determination, freezing the air around them. Valerius, a portrait of unwavering loyalty, felt his fingers coil tighter around the hilt of his sword, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension gleaming in his eyes. Bending at the waist in a deep bow, he responded in a voice hushed but charged with an unsettling resolve, "Yes, my king." In a fluid motion that mirrored the king's vengeful desire

"Don't you dare call him dead." Kael turns back to me slowly, his jaw clenched so tight I can hear the grinding of his teeth. “You dare—” He grabs my arm in a vice grip and twists it, not enough to physically break the bone, but enough to deliver a sharp, punishing sting. “You may share my royal bloodline, but you have no right to strike your King or your superior.” “Then maybe you should stop talking like a weak king who has already buried his people,” I spit back, pulling my arm free with a furious yank. “And stop talking like a coward who thinks running is the only option!”

​Before Varek could even fall backward, Kael’s massive hand shot out, seizing the trader by his bare throat and lifting his heavy frame effortlessly off the stone ground with one arm. ​"You wanted to negotiate so badly," Kael whispered, his glowing crimson eyes blazing with an terrifying, apocalyptic fury. ​He slowly tightened his grip, the sound of cartilage groaning under the pressure. ​"Now..." Kael’s voice vibrated deep within his chest. "...you will learn precisely why they call me the Ruthless Lycan King."

I sat in the mud, soaked and shaking, and lifted my bloodstained hand to the sky. "I swear on my mother's blood," I whispered, voice raw with grief, "I will burn them all." King Zareth. His bloodline. His soldiers. Every hand that lit the fires. I will take their blood. I will end them, one by one. No mercy. No forgiveness. Only vengeance. BACK AT KYRATTH King Zarreth was having a feast with his council and soldiers. "Aye! I want to raise a toast to all the brave soldiers who succeeded in killing those damn witches. Now Kyratth can finally have some peace! Toast!"

With a completely ruthless, terrifyingly brute force, he violently slammed the heavy, solid fiberglass directly against the thick, rusted iron buckle violently securing the heavy leather straps at the absolute back of his heavily bruised skull. The raw, white-hot agony violently radiating completely from his severely fractured left arm was entirely blinding, but he aggressively slammed it completely against the sharp iron buckle again. And again. And again. The heavy, dark leather aggressively began to violently fray. He would completely, violently tear his own entirely shattered skull completely apart if he explicitly had to, but he absolutely refused to aggressively die in Kiara Rathore's

Maybe even dark ones. Feeling pathetic in my leggings and top, armed only with my sad little knife, I fell silent, avoiding their murderous gazes. "The other kings are here. Do not bow to them. Bow when I tell you to. You're not a pathetic little bunch like their armies. We are Wrath, and we rule here. Disrespect from them is not tolerated, ever. If you sense any danger, do not hesitate. Trust your instincts." Sam announced in his king's voice, his hands behind his straight back. There was no answer. Just silence.

Now he is building each of the plans with someone else, and I am left in the darkness. "You deserve the pain, you choose to be hurt and miserable, blame yourself," I whispered and leaned against the wall. Hoping to have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is another battle to make a living. And I'll go back to black.

Book #1: The Alpha King Ugly Bride Book #2: His Forbidden Mate Book #3: The Alpha King Runaway Bride Book #4: The Alpha King's Last Wish. Please read in this order This is the last book of the series. Thank you for staying around for it. Attention!! For distinction purposes, the slave army will be referred to as slaths in this book. Thank you for staying around this long. Happy reading. Three months ago "Fada!" Lyon called, running down the stairs to where King Xavier stood beside his carriage, which had just brought him home. Queen Mia followed behind the little boy with a smile, holding the baby boy in her hand.

Dim candlelight licked the corners of the room, throwing shadows that moved like they were alive. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. Then I felt it. That weight, that stretch, that invasion. Wrath was already inside me. Deep, thick, moving. “Ah—!” My voice cracked, hoarse from earlier screams. I reached weakly for something—anything—but my wrists were pinned above my head, gripped tight in one of Wrath’s massive hands. He didn’t even look down at me. Just kept thrusting, slow, heavy, endless.

My presence made him glance up, and in that moment, I realized what I had missed all along. Kade King Majesty was the master of the game. He had to be cold and calculating to survive. Raised in the wealthiest castle, shaped by a king and queen to rule, the Only Alpha Wolf… yet he couldn’t sleep peacefully at night. He couldn’t be free. Not even in love. Karma had already started its work. Justice cloaked in discomfort and restlessness. I didn’t need to dirty my hands. I couldn’t win anyway. I had no crown. No throne. No immortality. Just losses. Too many.