King Of Wrath Novels & Stories

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

“I want all of them dead! Kill them all!” The man snarled viciously. The people near him flinched at the rage in his voice. “Yes, your highness,” a young man said with a bow before scurrying away, his voice quivering with fear. All of the people in the room cowered at the man’s anger. He was their king, the werewolf king, and he held extreme power over them all. He would become honored and his command would be remembered for centuries, as it led to the end of fire dragons, or so everyone thought.

This is my time to rule the seven packs that are currently having so many problems and some are against the royal family. Almost every day there is a problem with each pack. I don’t have time for that mate-thing. My dad gives me so much work today and, as the new king, I have to understand and solve it as soon as I can. I have already killed many because they go against my family and the Kingdom. My Father ordered me to kill those who go against the royals and I did it. No question and no mercy. He let me suffer and molded me into a beast that will rule the werewolf world starting today.

"You still don't get it, do you?" When no reply came, Stefanos sighed, nodding his head. "Fine." The smirk in the Kings face began to falter as the sound of bones crushing and snapping reached his ears. Groans and moans escaped, making the King stumble backwards before he fell back on his butt, staring with horror evident in his eyes. "Sire..." Wraya muttered, a small smile gracing his lips as he felt a sudden surge of energy in his veins. He felt proud. For there stood Stefanos in his full glory, black fur shining lustrously as he growled threateningly at the King, his large figure dominating everyone else.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

"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…"

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.

His frustration with their cowardice mingled with his own grief over Rogers' death, fueling the inferno of anger within him. "You should have fought! You should have given everything to avenge Rogers!" King Rico's words lashed out like a whip, the intensity of his emotions seeping into every syllable. "But you returned here, leaving his killer to roam free. How can I call you my loyal subjects if you fail even in the face of adversity?" The werewolves glanced at each other, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew their king's fury was justified, but they also knew they had underestimated the strength of their opponent. The masked warrior's abilities were otherworldly, and they feare

Scene towards the kingdom aradonna (colour Golden symbol the red fire) The throne room is grand and opulent, adorned with gilded decorations and tapestries depicting the king's victories. At the center, a massive throne looms, occupied by KING RODERICK, a ruthless and imposing figure. His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority.

“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.