King Of Wrath Novels & Stories

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

“The Queen of Wrath!“ Sam roared at last, taking his rightful place next to me. He raised his sword high, and the roar of the Wrath demons followed. The sound was deafening, terrifying, and soon the other kingdoms joined in. The entire realm seemed to shake with the force of their collective voice. The Queen of Wrath was born.

They were covered by dark strands of hair. "They say he is a Katharos. His Majesty will be happy that they caught one." Her handmaiden Elda continued to explain. A Katharos? A werewolf of royal blood. And now here he was as a prisoner. That must hurt his pride. werewolves were prideful creatures. All of them fought when they were brought here, unwilling to succumb to their enemies. Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of defiance and he had more than anyone she had seen before. They covered his entire back, not leaving any skin untouched.

His eyes do not leave mine. “Whenever the Alpha King enters a territory,” Damien says, “every werewolf must bow.” For a second, my brain refuses to process the sentence. It arrives in pieces. Alpha. King. Bow. My face reacts before my thoughts catch up. My eyes widen so fast they sting. My jaw loosens. Not dramatic, not theatrical, just human shock, the kind that steals structure from your expression. The kind readers know because they have felt it themselves when reality flips without warning. I actually look behind me.

“And you, what the hell are you doing just standing there? Get him and lock him up! Don’t make me repeat myself!” The warriors finally moved, spurred on by my fury. They rushed toward him, but Reid’s dagger flashed. The first man to reach him let out a grunt as Reid’s fist slammed into his jaw. The warrior collapsed, blood spurting from his mouth as gasps filled the air. “Oh, no…” a maid whispered, clutching her apron as fear rippled through the crowd. “Don’t you dare stop!” I bellowed, my own blade raised high. “The next man he knocks down, I swear to the Moon Goddess, you’ll die by my hand!” My voice rumbled like thunder, and my promise struck deep.

The King stepped off the edge of the high wall, plunging fifty feet straight down into the rocky floor of the gorge. He hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, the sheer kinetic force of his landing shattering the stone beneath his boots and knocking three nearby wraiths backward. He rose instantly, his golden wolf aura flaring - not as an outgoing magic spell, but condensed tight and hard around his own flesh like a second skin of solid gold. Every soldier who saw him land felt something shift in their chests, a spark of courage reignited by the sight of their King standing unafraid amid the carnage.

“You are Alpha King, yes. But without a Luna, without a mate at your side, the people see imbalance. They feel uncertainty. The bond between land and ruler weakens.” A silence settled. I waited longer. Let them think I was weighing my response. Let them fester. Then I stepped forward. “I was crowned after the blood of my father and the howl of the gods. By blood. Trial. And war. I was made for this throne. And I will protect it with everything that I am.” Not by your trembling votes.” Several eyes widened. Varren straightened, indignant, but I kept going. “I am the Alpha King of Noctshire. I do not bend to fear, neither do not seek approval. I restore order.”

“Sorry..” I cut her off, not allowing her to finish that sentence “No, never apologise for them. They are part of you, wear them with pride, Little wolf. You are a warrior, a true Alpha and my Queen” She smiles shyly up at me, before my lug of a cousin ruins the moment.

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

It was indeed a gruesome way to die. He then dropped the bodies to the ground, holding onto the head of the already lifeless Lord. The traitor had been killed. King Kael reverted to his male form once more, his gaze sweeping across the shocked soldiers, face hard as steel. "My name is Kael Drathlor, King and Ruler of the Kingdom of Vadriona, home to all werewolves and Lycans. Contrary to what had been said about me in recent months, I am not dead and buried in the ground."