Kings Of Wrath Novels & Stories

“Told you—wolves.” Rafe stumbled back a step, his gun jerking as if he didn’t know where to point it anymore. His eyes darted between his men, now wavering, and the army that had just descended on him. “Hold your ground!” he shouted, voice cracking. “They’re just men! Kill them!” But no one moved fast enough. The Kings were already on them, engines cutting, boots pounding, weapons swinging. The first crash of fists and steel filled the air, a brutal orchestra of chaos.

I asked. “The Royals were murdered and now vampires and werewolves are at each other’s throats. Angelo is grieving, and Aragon is pissed off , but he hasn’t attacked anyone. Angelo and Kieran are the Kings now, and as insensitive as this may sound, we need them to man up and take control. The beings will not stop attacking each other unless if ordered to do so, and only they can reach all of them in one go,” he explained. As Royals, Kieran and Angelo have the power to mind-link all the beings of their kind in one go. “Where’s Angelo now?” I asked, not seeing him anywhere.

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!

Maybe even dark ones. Feeling pathetic in my leggings and top, armed only with my sad little knife, I fell silent, avoiding their murderous gazes. "The other kings are here. Do not bow to them. Bow when I tell you to. You're not a pathetic little bunch like their armies. We are Wrath, and we rule here. Disrespect from them is not tolerated, ever. If you sense any danger, do not hesitate. Trust your instincts." Sam announced in his king's voice, his hands behind his straight back.

My fathers bloodline is the last lineage of the Alpha King in our area of the country. There was once a table of Alpha Kings. My fathers line was the King of the West. There was a King of the South “King Allistair Porter, one of the North King Victor Luthor, and one of the East King Bastian Waldorf.” The Southern and Northern Kings did not get alone. Allistair felt that Victor was too power hungry and consumed with greed. The Eastern King was very peaceful. He was only a warrior when he needed to be. He wished peace and love on all werewolf kind.

Most kids get taught all about the kingdom and the kings in school before they are shipped to a pet shop or a blood bank. "No, the ruler of the vampires and shapeshifters are twin kings. Both born hybrid both vampire and wolf. Well technically they arent the kings yet since they havent found their mates yet but they run pretty much everything. The twin kings are the strong hybrids I'm the kingdom" Said reese to tammy then look back at mark. "The heathen is the ultimate hybrid with all their strength and none of there weakness, there is no way a common hybrid could kill it even if they were the kings" Snapped reese.

she said. King smirked. “You’re not aware that Wrath kills people for money? What did you think he did when he left the house? Why do you think he’s so friendly with so many clubs out there? He might be a lone rider, but he’s in with every MC in the state.”

"I was there, Gregor. I watched the life leave his eyes. I ended the blood feud with my own hands. She is not responsible for his sins." "She carries his blood." "And I carry my father's blood. Does that make me a torturer?" I slammed my palm on the table. "My father was not a saint. He made mistakes. He started wars. But you did not hold his sins against me when I took the throne. You welcomed me. You called me Alpha. You swore fealty." Elara's expression didn't change. "That was different." "It is exactly the same." Silence. The elders exchanged glances, uncomfortable, shifting in their seats. I could feel them wavering, but not enough. Not nearly enough.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

Once more, the King repeated his words, this time with a menacing snarl. The vampires guarding the prison dropped to their knees in a show of deference to their sovereign, indicating their willingness to submit and not challenge his authority. Horacio stammered in response to the king's accusations, his confusion palpable. "I don't understand, your majesty," he managed to say, his voice trembling with fear. The king's anger was directed squarely at him, and Horacio felt the weight of it bearing down on him. The weight of the king's power threatened to crush his back, despite his own formidable abilities. To turn that power against the king was an act of rebellion and sin.