King Of Wrath Quotes Novels & Stories

I didn’t cry out. I bit the inside of my cheek, Blood filled my mouth. The second one hit my side, I was in so much pain, the crowd didn’t stop it but also joined in. Someone pushed me forward and I fell hitting a stone, my palms scraped. Killian was watching them all and he didn’t blink “Take her out,” one warrior said. “She’s a curse,” another growled. Someone kicked me in the ribs so hard that air flew from my lungs, they pulled my arms, dragged me through the dirt like trash

King sputters, then closes his eyes and fake gags. “I don’t think you should ever repeat that sentence, anywhere, ever. Cus I feel like I should wash my ears out, or remove that memory from my mind, or something.” “I’ll say it again if I can get him to blush like that again.” King’s eyes snap open almost comically. “Oh my God, you are…” “Shut the fuck up before I rip your tongue out, Wright.” “Yes, Sir.” “And you, you ever say that again, I’ll punch you in the face.”

She covered her mouth tightly instead, her eyes flashing with terror and selfishness. "Open the door! Jessica! You witch! I went out there for you, and you won't open the door?!" Julian cursed outside. Jessica not only refused to open the door, but she also dragged her swollen legs backward inch by inch until she reached the bedroom. Through the thick front door, she shouted, "Julian, you've been bitten! You're about to turn into a zombie! I can't open the door. If I do, I'll die too! You love me so much, so let me live! You can die in peace. I'll remember you forever!"

So i better strike the iron while its hot then, I walked or fazed near her and touch her still pitiful yet gorgeous face with my scythe and said in a wespering voice” if you want to live and take revenge, nod your head, or Die” . With her still body that stops twisting a few second ago after feeling my scythe on her face that I allowed her to feel plus hearing my voice, her misty eyes that sees no more than despaired cleared a bit and said with all her strength “wh…what d..o you w*..t?”.

Especially not in front of everyone here. “I’m not a leader. All I want is for the people I care about to be safe… I don’t intend to sit by and have other people fight the battle that I made escalate. King Josh needs to understand that he can take away any of our rights, but he can’t stop us from fighting to take them back.” I heard murmurs and nods of agreement. “The king isn’t invincible, he has weaknesses the same as us. I shot him, and he bled, he bled the same crimson blood that runs deep within our veins. Although his stamina is insanely high he still does eventually tire, the exact same way we do when we exert ourselves…” I thought about my words for the first time I managed to stop m

“You won’t!” He glared at her, “Don’t doubt me… What did you say? I’m the *Goddess-Blessed King.* The *black wolf.* The *shield* of the kingdom. I think I’m more than strong enough to survive your *evil* for a great deal longer and when the day comes that I die, that I lose my mind, or whatever is to happen to me it won’t be *you* in my last thoughts.” “Liar. You’ll think of me.”

With a low cry, I leap across the table and take Beck's throat between my jaws, ready to pull my head back with the contents of his neck locked in my fangs. King grabs my head and slams his fist into my jaw. I release Beck and snap at King. Rage fires through me; a dark wall of red mist surrounds me. Nokita quickly drags Beck away, and I growl in his direction. Nokita freezes. Hot blood pulses through my body, igniting more fury with every beat. Kill. "Marinah," King shouts. My pulse slows. I see a break in the mist, and I'm able to speak. "Understand this," I thunder. "We will never forget a Shadow Warrior. Never!"

I screamed, hoping that my words were going to get to him. My throat felt dry, parched and I could almost feel my life force getting squeezed right out of me just by looking into his eyes and that was when I realized. ‘No one shall dare behold his wrath, for it is a god. No mortal shall dare gaze upon his anger for its retribution is divine.’ I look into his eyes every time, his eyes are one of my favorite features of his but right now, they are different. I wasn’t looking into the eyes of the man that adored me, I was staring right into the eyes of the Alpha King.

My laughter follows his footsteps as he retreats and I am reminded of Machiavelli once again quoting me “If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared’ Well Damian will you need to fear my vengeance?

I coughed out more blood. That voice said, "That is your worthiness. Leah, you're stronger than I thought. A king can command his men. A father can command his children. But upon their death, only a brave person like you can stand in front of me, telling me that you are subjected to nothing but your own heart. It takes someone with a brave heart of gold to follow their heart."