King Of Wrath Novels & Stories

But as the smoke thinned, the details became chillingly clear. A man clad in obsidian-black armor, his presence exuding an aura so dark it seemed to swallow the firelight around him. A mask concealed his face, leaving only his piercing golden eyes visible—cold, unreadable, utterly merciless. But the moment Elara saw him, her blood ran cold. Because she knew who he was. The Wraith King. The name was whispered in fear across the kingdom. A phantom of the underworld. The true ruler of the hidden mafia that thrived in the shadows of the empire.

It was the fact that he had icy blonde hair so long it kissed his waist, and they were full and curly like a woman’s. Gods. I wonder what he looks like. “Holy fucking shit!” Paloma’s voice echoed in my head, catching my attention. “It’s one of the Whitegrove brothers! They rarely show their faces so if he’s here, there’s a big problem!” I really looked at him again. Only one of the two brothers was said to have hair like that and his name was Angel. Angel Whitegrove also known as The King’s Wrath. “I am here as a courtesy warning.” Angel continued. “The King is fed up with people trying to cross our borders, so if we find one more person from your Kingdom, he’s going to sue you to the Court

A murmur rippled through the ranks, a mix of agreement and fear. “Tonight, he has declared war,” Dante continued. “And tomorrow, I will show him what war truly means. I will burn his strongholds. I will hang his captains by their tongues from the walls of their own castles. I will make his name a curse whispered by mothers to frighten their children. And when I find him, when his coward’s heart beats its last, I will carve it from his chest and show it to the world.” The soldiers, exhausted and broken, still found their voices rising in a roar at their king’s words. The Wrath of the King was not just vengeance—it was fuel, igniting the embers of their resolve.

Shaking her head Belle looked up at Raja and held up a hand causing Raja to stop mid sentence. “It is fine Your Radiance, His Grace is upset and he is on a fury strike so do not engage.” Looking at the King, Jezzebelle not once broke his eye contact as she struggled to get out of the wheelchair. Once out of it she started to move towards him. Turning around, the King huffed and walked to his office. Her father however was severely displeased with him.

My body simply obeyed, and the shame of that burned hotter than the wound. Dorian braced one hand on the headboard beside my head. I could feel the heat coming off him. "Mercy without teeth is an invitation." He held my stare without blinking. "Kyle used yours." I flinched. Those words hit harder than any fist. I wanted to argue, to scream that kindness wasn't a crime. But I'd told a man I'd do anything to make you happy, and he'd smiled, then picked the kidney he wanted. He's right..

The Dragon’s Wrath Sword in Yang Xiao’s left hand slashed towards the King of Killers with a terrifyingly cold glint! “F*ck!” The king of assassins turned pale with fright. The Dragon’s Wrath Sword chopped downwards! Now, he had nowhere to hide! The black dagger in his hand raised horizontally to block the momentum of the Dragon's Wrath Sword! Clang! Clang! The Dragon’s Wrath collided with the jet-black dagger! Sparks flew everywhere! The black dagger of the King of Killers was not cut off under the Dragon’s Wrath, which sliced through metal like mud. There were only a few nicks on it!

Gurudza at the distance searching for Gwanhoya feels the malice being cause by wrath and follows the direction to the enchanted forest quickly. Wrath at this point has just killed a few people in Alabaster Weald and he feels a menacing corrupt power getting closer to his location and he stops waiting for it to come closer to him so he can face it and excitement of fighting a worthy opponent takes a grip of him. A black lightning descends and Wrath jumps to the side dodging it. With a smile on his disfigured face. He inhales in deeply waiting for his attacker to show holding the air in. Gurudza appears right behind him and he quickly turns and blows fire out of his mouth.

Jae twisted. His sword struck the King's ribs. The King was thrown backward. Jae sprinted. He jumped. The blade came down. The King raised both arms. The sword struck. The ground beneath the King collapsed. A crater formed. Jae landed on the edge. He looked down. Nothing. Then— A hand emerged from the crater. The King pulled himself upward. Jae's expression changed. The King looked at him. "Again." Jae tightened his grip. He charged.

Slamming the table, everything that was on top of it fell shattered on the ground. "How did this happen??! Are you a fucking idiot?!" "Your Majesty, please calm down." Running to where the one talking was, he held his shoulder and glared at him with a murderous look in his eyes. "Calm down! You don't tell me to calm down when all you ever told me was bad news!" Ruining his hair, Allan pulled out the sword of his late father, the late King, that was hanging on the wall. Smashing it to the curtains, he shouted in anger.

She took a deep breath as she continued, "To be honest, Wratharis is our greatest enemy. Since the founding of the kingdom and the death of our first king, Jupiter, against them, the two kingdoms fought and fought, from simple skirmishes to full-scale war. Each of them, extremely violent and extremely extensive in casualties. We have been fighting for so long that we even forgot why we fought in the first place. As such, you must be ready." Generally, it was the moment where he should have affirmed his resolve. He should have patted his chest and assured her that everything would be alright. But he didn't do it. Sol wasn't the bragging type. He would never presume of his capacity or his know