King Of Wrath Novels & Stories

As they grew near, my mind went to the King who had not chosen a woman until now. …Alpha King Striker—The relentless asshole, everyone called him. He was the worst Lycan among Lycans-the most bloodthirsty and merciless. He was rumored to be the reason behind the death of his father and brother, and now he ruled his high castle, Euthoria Fortress. He was the King of the West where there was nothing but endless rainforests and some open fields. All the supernaturals, the vampires, and the witches were scared shitless of him.

That dude is behind all bloodshed in the city, I tell you. ''You know, Prince, from my near encounter with the killer at the Central Ward, the killer in question is not a man,'' Donovan cut in, as he summoned up courage to speak out. ''We're dealing with some female psychopath running wild out there with a goal in mind: to kill. Jack might not be in the picture after all.'' ''Cut that crap, fella. Cut that crap,'' Salim yelled again, reacting to Donovan's submission. ''Jack spoke with me on phone and left a nasty message a day before I received this fucking threat. I ain't mad, dude.''

A growl that belongs to none other than the King. Onyx charges at the man in front of him with murderous intent, pinning the man to the ground in a split second and tearing into his neck. Which is a mistake on his part. Armstrong anticipates the move and lets the King attack him, knowing that he will go for the neck like he’d do with a normal werewolf. That one mistake is all Armstrong needs. He slams his fist into Onyx’s muzzle, breaking it in one hit and making the King stumble slightly. His newfound strength that came with becoming an Undead is all he needs to destroy the alpha king.

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.

A prayer of gratitude, for this second chance at life… and these two kind souls who chose to help me when I needed it most. But this time, I won’t waste it. I will make them pay. I’ll drag them into the same darkness they buried Dredea in one by one. I’ll tear them apart until there’s nothing left. Just wait. You’ll regret the day you betrayed me. And when I’m done… you’ll remember why they feared the wrath of a Luna!

Vidhant murmured while eyeing Raf’s clenched fists. "What’s happening in the Royal Clan is none of your bloody business," Raf’s aura-filled voice boomed in the area, and all shuddered on their spots, including Jake and Vidhant. Whenever any Alpha gets angry, it’s impossible for the surrounding people not to get afraid when he uses his pure Alpha voice. And Rafael is the King of Kings, which means his voice had double the power of a usual Alpha. Jake got scared for a moment, but he composed himself and said in a brave tone, "You have something which belongs to Scorpion Clan."

They grinned with too many teeth and the forest recoiled. Heat flared as Wrath stormed onto the field, scorching the grass to ash. Blackened armor hugged a colossal frame, glowing cracks bleeding light through the plates. Chains wrapped their arms, spitting sparks with every movement. Their cloak was torn and dark with old blood. Wrath was a storm in a body.

Max and I sat, and he began to tell the story. "Like I said before, Wrath was among the first race of werewolves. He was an alpha of his pack. Back then, their immense power made them almost immortal. They lived for centuries before showing signs of aging. Wrath had a mate. Cassian never told me her name. I don't know if he knows. But Wrath and his mate were happy. Until they weren't. A war broke out between Wrath's pack and another. The other pack attacked, and during the battle, Wrath's mate was killed.

"It's YOU again. You piece of trash. Always lying, always stirring up drama between Della and Mom. Scheming little brat. Why don't you just die already?" Clint—the youngest—looked me dead in the eye, full of disgust. "Thanks to your favoritism, Della almost ended her life. And you're still standing here? Go home right now and tell her she's the only princess in this family. If something happens to her, I'll never forgive you!" My heart thundered. My sons—blindly defending a cheating father and his side chick's kid. I gritted my teeth. "Do you even know the kind of people you're defending?"

The day they threw me into the horde was the same day I planned to propose to Sasha Frost. The crystal-core ring I had bought with every last cent I had rolled across the ground. It was stomped into the mud by someone in the garrison uniform. It was my best friend, Rafe Donovan. "Nico, don't blame me." He looked down at me without a shred of guilt in his eyes. "Sasha deserves better. And you, some deadbeat who talks to corpses, were never going to give her a future." I stared past him at the familiar figure behind his shoulder. Sasha, the woman I had loved for three years, was leaning into Axel Kain, the base commander's son. She did not spare me a single glance. Her eyes were locked