King Of Wrath Novels & Stories

Their grips bruising. “Keep moving,” one snarled, shoving when her legs buckled. She twisted. “Get off me.” A hard yank on her wrist shut her up. Fingers like steel cuffs. “King wants you breathing,” the same gravel voice said. “How much of you stays that way? Up to you.” King. The word sat heavy in her skull. Everybody knew who that meant. No pack name. No fancy title. Just *the king*. The bastard who’d clawed his way out of the eastern wastes, smashing every alliance that dared stand in his path. Mercy was a joke to him. Weakness got you buried.

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

unable to accept what Killian just told us. "Killian, I know you're angry, but if you want to save her, you have to let me finish." His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Silver specks started appearing in his sage-green eyes, letting us know his wolf was present and pissed. "Spit it out. What does your back story have to do with saving my mate from your despicable alpha?" Not wanting to stay around longer than necessary anymore, I got straight to the point. "Killian, you're a Lycan. You have to claim your rightful title as The Alpha King. Getting your true strength back is the only way you can stop Ace and break this never-ending cycle of death and betrayal. To finally have peace among us The El

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

The hall immediately got clouded with pin-drop silence as the King was about to make the announcement. "First of all, I would like to express my heartily welcome to all the Kings, Queens, Prince, and Princesses of different kingdoms for gathering here and celebrating my son's crowning ceremony. As you all know my son Zachary, the Demon of Wrath aka the most powerful and dangerous Demon of the entire Demon World has grown up mature and more tenacious. My health is also gradually ebbing away so I think it's time for me to deliver all my responsibilities to my precocious son. So thereby, I declare Zachary as the new King of Hell and Lord of all the Demons".

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

Lothaire lifted his hand to touch her. She stepped back. "Don't you fucking dare touch me. I swear I will kill you. You... you disgust me. I wish I never met you, you murderer!!!" Willow screamed. Yes. He is a murderer. If he is the vampire king then he is the one who killed her parents, Willow thought. That's the core of her hurt. "Then do your worst to me but hear me out," he spat the words as everything he built with her came toppling down.

I want them to pay for what they did to my wife. "Three are dead. Only the leader is left alive." Then she slipped out of the hug. "Who is he?" I ask. I want to know that idiot is. It's a sin against God, but I want that animal's life to end in my hands. I can if I will. I will make him suffer like hell in my hands until he himself ends his life. "His name is Kranky. But he's not the one you should face. It's the person who ordered him." Hatred and angry are in her eyes while saying that asshole's name.

I order, and his hand immediately frees her. Blood trickles from her wounds, and Kratos's roar escapes my lips. "How dare you use your wolf strength against a female.....a human female—a female who allowed you to be her male. Before I dismember you, I will make you suffer in the worst ways imaginable...As your soon-to-be King, I vow this rogue.....never again will you harm what is MINE," I growl in union with Kratos. I yank the worthless sack of flesh to his feet, and Miranda begins to cry.

He raised his eyes, filled with remorse and fear, meeting the king's gaze with a mixture of sadness and regret. "I am deeply sorry, my king," Jaguar's voice quivered with genuine sorrow. "I had men tirelessly keeping an eye on him, but somehow he managed to slip through our grasp and hire an assassin without our knowledge. I take full responsibility for this failure." The king's fury simmered, though the embers of rage still glowed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, visibly attempting to regain his composure. Just as he was about to respond to Jaguar, the heavy doors to the throne room swung open with a resounding thud.