Kingdom Of The Wicked Wrath นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He reached up and cupped her cheek with his large hand. "Then tell me about Witches." she said. He let out a sigh as he placed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "There are the two factions; Light and Dark Witches. Light Witches from my understanding are more about Healing and the Elements. Dark Witches are rumored to have practiced Necromancy and curses." he grimaced. "I've met a Light Witch once. Sweet woman. Owns a bookstore in northern Wisconsin." "And Karmina is a Dark Witch, right? Yet she's managing to influence the world of the living? What if she's not actually dead?" she asked him. Jayce's eyes darkened as he thought her question over.

and anger flared in her chest. "Yes Mama, you're right. They do this of their own accord, and they must be stopped. And I will do all that I can to stop them. Or I'll die trying." °°°° "Men and women of Kingdom Brone, we are gathered here to face the terror that is upon us. None of you who will fight today were forced to come here, you all rose and did so on your own. For love, for hope, in courage, and I honour this. I am grateful for this-"

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

The agonizing minutes passed, Emily avoided from facing Lucius and Olivia due to the guilt that’s been weighing her down since earlier. Mister Drake turned his back against the trio as he slightly bended over and picked something up carefully, as he faced them again, he raised the crown higher. “The crown, throne and kingdom is finally yours once again.” He said with a smile. Axl bowed as Mister Drake gently placed the crown on his head. The crown sat, making Axl appear more mighty, superior and evil. The audience roared in joy and witches laughed in delight. They started chanting, praising him and he stood erect.

“I know you’ll be hearing this a lot. Alpha King, the rogue kingdom stands by you and we will follow you into battle. ” His eyes sought out Mack and he watched as Raina’s brother bow to him without hesitation. Tomorrow would bring them that much closer to war, death, and bloodshed. The World Council lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to attack. There would be no more waiting. It was an illusion that everyone believed that they had full control of him, his life, and the lives of others. Illusions were nothing more than twisted reality — a reality he hated. They were meant to be shattered and he was done waiting. Hell, the world of werewolves was done waiting.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell. That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.

Marion and I were among those gifted few. Marion’s ability was called Bloodfang Dominion, a powerful, albeit sinister, gift that granted him control over the wolves under his command. Through a binding blood oath, he could compel their unwavering obedience. However, that bond is weakened if a pack member doubts his leadership, making his control unstable over time. His abilities included Combat Enhancement, Crimson Roar, and Bloodfang Berserk. The latter triggered a surge of raw aggression, doubling his strength and speed for a short period. But it came at a cost, once the effects wore off, he would suffer from intense fatigue, leaving him vulnerable.

"What about the witches? Isn't there a way to raise me back to life?" Lydia and Aurora gaped at him in horror. "Sebastian!" Aurora exclaimed lowly, "the witches are… forbidden!" "Anything, I'll do anything to get rid of this sickness," he growled, slamming his hands on the table, "I want my empire back. My cursed brother has robbed me of my entire inheritance and is ruling over my people and you wish for me to sit here and smile drinking filthy blood. No, no I will not succumb to that."

It started far out in the hills of Nabok in the kingdom of Estebech then flew right through the Ingere forest. It looped through Daromia and squeezed past Kesh (the kingdom of the Lycans and werewolves before swinging back into Estebech in the wastelands of Wrath. The Waste lands of wrath was a designated place. Creatures and monsters lived there. These creatures were neither, Lycan, vampire, dwitch, demon or winged men but rather other mythological creatures such as centours, mermaids, sirens, etc. Even some animals that were long extinct in the neut realm like saber toothed tigers and mammoths.