Kingdom Of The Wicked Wrath Novels & Stories

And that lack of knowledge scared me more than anything. I knew that the fated Last Alpha King, Alexander Black, was at the helm when the werewolf kingdom fell. That the grief of loosing his mate, made him weak. Weak enough that his enemies descended in and ravaged the land until there was little left. That the son, Thomas Black, would pick up the pieces of what was left behind and would create a new pack, the Eclipse Pack.

I asked, remembering the story I was told about the Fae that blessed the Alastians with their kingdom, but I had no idea it was because of war. "Yes, the war of the Fae, to put simply, was a time of grave famine crossing all of the kingdoms across Azara. The humans all came to be healed but soon our magic was wearing out and we have nothing left to give, they took that as selfishness and destroyed our homes and killed many of us. The magic users came to help but they failed as mass hysteria rose throughout our own Kingdom we had no choice but to surrender." As she spoke I could feel the anxiety and depression they must have felt all those centuries ago. "Okay, I understand that but how did t

And it's rare for a man been born in my mom's race. They're like 90% women. The bastard who reigns the Albtraum Kingdom is Kakoi Albatroz, from the worst royal family whoever ruled the kingdom, the Albatroz's. He's a psychopath, who's one of those rare wizards ever born ~ once his mother was a witch as well ~ who love killing people that disagree with him, who love killing innocent people, to be honest. He's almost four years older than me and to make this situation worst than ever, he's being from the witches race, and from the fae's race makes him immortal.

It wasn't me, this wasn’t me. It was my wolf, it had to be. I blamed the stupid bond in between us, that feral, instinct-driven beast pacing restlessly inside me, howling at the sight of our mate damaged and suffering. The bond was forcing this unwanted pull, this sickening regret that I hated, the way it easily consumed me. I was the Lycan King. I did not feel guilt over punishing a traitor who deserved everything that has been done to him, my mate or not. Especially not a useless male Omega who had the audacity to be tied to me by fate’s cruel joke.

The King of the Citadel, a man she had only heard about in tales and whispers. She had heard the king was one of a kind and was said to be one of the greatest kings suppressing his father's reign. He was a rare breed. A mixed blood of a wolf and dragon and years ago he had lost his mate and it was said his wolf had been wounded by his mate’s death, teetering in agony. She couldn't believe she was in here with him and was meant to satisfy his hunger. A growl sounded followed immediately by a roar and it shook the room and it also shook her.

Even the pleasure of revenge seemed unnecessary. Half the blood debt from my previous life had finally been collected. Next, it was time for the woman behind the door.

Jack hit the wall next to him and then walked out, following his calm, angry mouth "What I'm going to do is you won't let my father know anything about him." whisper it to disappear, out in their kingdom He came forward to the first guard he saw and quickly grabbed his neck and broke it and threw him to the ground violently so that the others stared at him in fear as soon as they realized who he was But they approached him and this? He made him smile sideways, and his eyes turned black - the color of his wolf. He raised his hands and was going to kill every soldier who approached him with great anger. Their king dared to enter his kingdom without his permission and on top of it he boldly hur

“The alternative is war. The King’s enforcers will come. They will take everything—our lands, our pups, our lives. We are not strong enough to stand against Nocturne.” Silence again, heavier this time. Elara felt the pack’s fear like a living thing. She had grown up on stories of the Lycan King—Kael Draven, the wolf who had ended a centuries-long civil war by cutting his own uncle’s throat in front of the entire court. They called him ruthless because mercy had no place in his vocabulary. They called him unbreakable because he had no mate, no weakness. She had never met a Lycan. Few in Crescent had. They were larger, older, stronger—legends made flesh. And their king was the deadliest of the

Their voices slightly merging with one another, coming out in an unnatural hush that rumbled through the room. I clasped my hands behind my back so they wouldn’t see the tension in them. My wolf was always restless when meeting them, but it had to be done in order to get what I want. “You wanted an update,” I said. All of their heads shifted at once, tilting their chins in my direction, but never fully looking at me. I inhaled slowly. Their statue like appearances sending my nerves up these cold, lifeless walls. “The Lycan king tightened his hold on the kingdom. Publicly.” The word tasted bitter.

“Please, help me!” But they looked away. Every single one of them averted their gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. My heart shattered at their silence. Of course. Reid was the one in command whenever Alpha Gray wasn’t here. No one dared to defy him. “Bring the whip!” Reid’s voice boomed through the hall like thunder. My stomach twisted violently as two warriors rushed forward, carrying a long, cruel whip. The sight of it made my entire body lock in horror. My eyes widened until tears blurred my vision. My chest heaved. My breath came in shallow, desperate gasps.