King Of Wrath Novels & Stories

For several seconds, neither moved. Then they charged. The impact shook the courtyard. Their bodies collided with enough force to send broken stones flying. King Stark struck first. Dave blocked the blow, but the force drove him backward. He recovered immediately and lunged. Their claws met. Their jaws snapped inches from one another. Neither yielded. The battle had become something beyond two wolves fighting over a crown. It was old hatred finally given a body. King Stark's darkness surged. Dave felt it press against his mind. Hades.

His vest identified him as Grim. I didn’t think, I just acted and my fist connected with his jaw. He reacted instantly, grabbing me around the waist and taking us down to the floor. His punch cut into my cheek and my vision clouded with black dots. We traded punches and grappled, until Wrath pulled us apart. “I need you to let it go, Saint,” Wrath said. “Not a fucking chance, Wrath.” “This is my fucking son,” he said and I blinked. “And she’s my fucking sister,” I hissed.

He barely flinches. Titan charges next, all six-foot-eight of him built like a fucking freight train. His shoulder drives into my gut and lifts me clean off the ground, dumping me hard on my back. The impact rattles my spine. Before I can roll, Wrath’s boot crashes into my side, cracking at least one rib. I hear it snap, feel the white-hot flare, and I laugh louder.

the first man said. “I pictured her a little more … fleshy. Wrath’s a big guy,” the man said and sniggered. “My name is King and I’m the president of the Night Stalkers. If you behave yourself, you won’t be hurt too much. Wrath has a lot to pay for.” She had no idea where the courage came from, but she couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth, maybe she didn’t want to. “And yet you’re punishing him by scaring a little boy and threatening a woman. How manly of you.”

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

“Please go ahead. Feeling your hands on me makes the pain worth it.” I almost rolled my eyes, torn between wanting to kiss him and smack him. “You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath, but the small, tender warmth that spread through my chest betrayed me. Who would even believe this was the same dreaded Alpha King who had conquered twenty-seven Packs in the last five years? The same man whose name alone could send entire armies trembling? He was known as the God of War, the undefeated conqueror— a man whose very presence could make lesser wolves bow in submission. His intelligence, his ruthlessness, had built his Pack into the strongest and most prosperous in the world.

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

"The rogue attacks are increasing. The people are scared. They say a King without a mate is a King without a future." I turned then, my eyes flashing gold. Silas flinched, just a fraction. Good. He should be scared. Everyone in this city was scared of me. I was the Alpha King who ruled with a fist of iron and a heart of ice. I didn't remember why I had become this way. There were gaps in my memory, foggy patches where a face or a name should be, but when I tried to reach for them, the pain in my chest became intense. "A mate is a weakness," I snapped, walking past him. "I don’t need a woman to tell me how to run a city. I need results."

Day three, they come. Not together. One by one, like challengers. **Thorn Two** drops from the sky. Wings. He’s not wolf, not human. Bird-boned, hollow, eyes like knives. “I am Wrath,” he says. “I judge the King.” He dives at Cael. Rowan intercepts, claws out. They crash into the stump, splintering it. “Stop,” I shout. “By order of the King—” “He hasn’t earned it,” Wrath snarls, pinning Rowan. “A baby doesn’t rule, strength rules.”

She needs her head in the game if she doesn't want to land her ass in jail along Maddy and Emily. Nathan was her past, a past that she can't include in her future because she was afraid of commitment. Jes had just learned to fly she doesn't want a relationship to clip her wings~ ****** NEW BOOK CHASED BY A DRAGON KING Beware of the Ruler Of The Skies~ He can turn your bones into Ashes with the Moondust that he holds in his lungs and fire in his eyes. The descendants of the Gods, the King of the Dragons~ Females melt just by his single brilliantly blazing gaze but the heart of the King Of Dragons had always sought a female he did not know the name of.