King Of Wrath Kindle Novels & Stories

“Someone aided him. Someone powerful… someone cunning.” Kaelen hesitated. “My king… could it be—” “Yes,” the king cut in, eyes flashing dangerously. “Yes, it could be. And whoever it is… they will pay for this audacity. They’ve dared to defy me. They’ve dared to manipulate my own wards, touch my prisoners, and challenge my authority. And I will find them. I will tear them out of the shadows, limb by limb, and make them regret breathing in my kingdom.” His fury hung in the air like a tangible force, bending the torches’ flames. The nobles flinched, some hearts hammering in terror, others in admiration. This was the storm they had been warned of, the wrath of the King when crossed.

Listening and watching. The young King had lived, and I really shouldn’t be surprised. With everything I have seen in this twisted world, a wolf such as Kellen coming back from the dead makes total sense, right? Part of me, my wolf, was disgusted that the gods had favored him and was disappointed that he wasn’t six feet under. The other part of me admired his strength. I envied what he had, that he grew up with loving parents, friends, and family, never having to struggle through life.

Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the God of War, Ares that makes it so much powerful. “This is the extent of my help.” He said “This is such a precious thing to hand me. Are you sure it’s just right to give me this?” He’s still hesitant to receive such grace “Yes. I know that my sword is in good hands” he simply said and smiled “From today on, you’ll be taking place on this world. This will be your new home.” He added as he handed him the ring and the sword

" .... ,, Abhimanyu asked in cold tone and fisted his hands tightly. "Hukum (My Lord)" .... ,, Attendee interrupted Abhimanyu because he knew his king was near to pound over that spoil Princess. Abhimanyu always kept his temper in control but his wrath only comes out when someone deliberately poke him and then only almighty could save that Person from him and his wrath . His loyal members knew that their king was always calm and getting him angry wasn't easy because he knew how things worked and he needed to control himself for the sake of his title KING and the name of RATHOREs.

"Listen to me, little wolf. I am the Alpha, soon to be Alpha King. I lead the strongest packs in Nocturna. I need a Queen who can stand beside me, not a broken toy who crawls on the floor." My breath seized instantly. No the Moon Goddess can't be wrong. Where did I go wrong? "But the bond—" "The bond is a mistake!" he roared. The windows in the hall rattled. People flinched. "I, Kaelen Thorne, Alpha King of the Crimson Moon, reject you, Aurelia Viremont, as my mate and my Queen."

"I do not care if you call me an Alpha. You are holding my entire world in your arms right now not the East that you have given me, Warlord. If you ever let him bleed again... If you ever raise your hand to him... I will march my new Eastern pack right up to your stone walls, and I will rip your throat out." The threat hung heavily in the freezing air. It was not a bluff. It was a blood vow. I watched the King closely, fully expecting his arrogant pride to snap. I expected him to bare his fangs. But Cillian did none of those things. The great Warlord of the Blackwood Court just stared at me. He looked at the deadly seriousness in my eyes, and then he looked down at the boy clutched tightly i

“He already took my life once. But that still wasn’t enough. He wants me completely gone. But I’m not giving up that easily. I’ll take back what’s mine, what my father worked hard for..” “Wait, wait…” I raised a hand to stop him. “Throne? You’re a king? King of what? Are you drunk or just insane?” This was too much. I can't deal with crazy things right now. He stood up slowly. And then his next move nearly made me drop the vase I was holding. Right before my eyes, his body shifted, his muscles stretching, bones cracking, his form twisting until thick fur covered his skin. A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest.

Burying his face in her neck, he whispered softly into her ear. This fleeting moment was his sole opportunity to embrace her, for he knew all too well that upon her awakening, she would once again refute his assertion. The royal king strolled gracefully, his cherished companion nestled snugly in his embrace. His jaw is set, and his face is filled with anger and rage. The mere presence of the man was enough to render anyone powerless, and that is precisely what occurred. Cowering in fear were the vampires of low status. Their bodies trembled with fear.

She took a deep breath as she continued, "To be honest, Wratharis is our greatest enemy. Since the founding of the kingdom and the death of our first king, Jupiter, against them, the two kingdoms fought and fought, from simple skirmishes to full-scale war. Each of them, extremely violent and extremely extensive in casualties. We have been fighting for so long that we even forgot why we fought in the first place. As such, you must be ready." Generally, it was the moment where he should have affirmed his resolve. He should have patted his chest and assured her that everything would be alright. But he didn't do it. Sol wasn't the bragging type. He would never presume of his capacity or his know

Nya says, “aren’t you going to draw your weapon?” “I don’t carry one if I can help it,” he boasts, “I’m all the weapon I need.” “Well, aren’t you confident,” she grins as she pulls both the handguns from her Crimson Void and opens fire on the lykan. Her eyes widen when he turns vaporous and the energy bolts just pass right through him, before he solidifies again, completely unharmed. "Is that the best you got?" he taunts "Nifty, is that your phantasm?" she asks curious,