King Of Wrath Novels & Stories

Or jump off a building. Ren put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. He pressed a kiss against my temple. No words were said by him. He knew that the possibility of Adrian winning was slim, and he was intelligent enough to not utter empty promises or false words. I was thankful for it. Samael was the King of Wrath. He fought every day. He literally lived for it. Adrian was not. His realm was green, full of life and there was more love making than fighting. This realm was dull, dead, empty. Not worth living for.

“She is not a threat—she is my salvation! She gave me back my wolf, my birthright, my soul! And you would tear her from me for politics? For alliances?” The King’s jaw tightened. “For survival. War is at our borders. If you cannot see beyond your lust-blind devotion, then you are not fit to rule.” Raphael’s wolf snarled in his chest, claws raking at the inside of his skin. “You dare?” His voice dropped to a growl, vibrating with restrained violence. “Do not mistake your crown for power. You command men, Father. But I command wolves.” The soldiers shifted uneasily, instinctively bowing their heads before his golden gaze, though their orders bound them to the King.

The king of all werewolves is on his knees and my brother’s massive hands are wrapped around his head. “You insulted the goddess, and she took your strength. I honor her in all things, and she has given me the strength I do not deserve. She has made me your Judge, Jury, and Executioner. My mother, sister, niece and nephew are worth ten of you. Look upon your mate,” Zach snarls. His wolf is in control, I don’t see my lovable big brother anymore, I see the new king. Our warriors bring the sobbing former queen in front of her mate.

As time went on, the fury I felt towards her intensified and was fueled. "Dominic, you son of a fucking asshole! Wait for me to come home, and I guarantee that I won't allow you to get away with this and wreak havoc on my family once more. I won't let you do it again. I won't give up until I've won against you! I'll destroy you first before you could ever begin destroying my entire!"

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.

The impact sent the wolf crashing into a nearby structure, adding to the chaos engulfing the kingdom. As Ragnor closed the distance between them, years of hatred and resentment surged to the forefront. Kade tensed, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword, ready to defend not just his kingdom, but the life he had rebuilt from the ashes of their shared past. Without a word, they charged at each other, the clash of their bodies echoing the thunderous turmoil around them.

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.

Power, thick and undeniable, crackled around him as his wolf came forward. “I claim it because it’s my birthright!” Greg’s mouth parted a flicker of confusion and something almost like fear flashed across his face. “Wha---” “My name is Ryan Christopher David King,” he growled, his voice ringing through the clearing, undeniable in its authority. “Son of Mark and Irene King, King and Queen of the werewolves. And the true heir to the werewolf throne.”

DOMINIC’S POV It was her. Seeing those forest green eyes, I was dragged back to that night five years ago. Back then, I was still my father’s enforcer, and he had sent me on a mission to collect a hefty debt owed to him. I succeeded in collecting the debt from the debtor, and even spared his life out of the goodness of my heart. But the bastard dared to send thugs after me to steal back the money. The thugs stabbed me before I could react, yet I managed to kill them all and retain the money. After losing a lot of blood, I became weak, and that’s when I ran into her.