Lords Of Wrath Novels & Stories

She locked eyes with me and darted into the river. Shit, that’s not what I expected to happen. I watched as she made it to the other side, she shook herself off and darted into the woods. I took control of my wolf and shifted back to human form. I turned around and marched towards Leo. Jax got behind us and shoved me back. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be on my side!” I roared. “I know and I am which is why I’m your voice of reason. You can’t kill a crowned Prince.”

“And you, what the hell are you doing just standing there? Get him and lock him up! Don’t make me repeat myself!” The warriors finally moved, spurred on by my fury. They rushed toward him, but Reid’s dagger flashed. The first man to reach him let out a grunt as Reid’s fist slammed into his jaw. The warrior collapsed, blood spurting from his mouth as gasps filled the air. “Oh, no…” a maid whispered, clutching her apron as fear rippled through the crowd. “Don’t you dare stop!” I bellowed, my own blade raised high. “The next man he knocks down, I swear to the Moon Goddess, you’ll die by my hand!” My voice rumbled like thunder, and my promise struck deep.

The clash of steel and the snarl of wolves filled the valley, a deafening symphony of war that shook the ground beneath their feet. Aria fought at the front, her blade a streak of silver as she cut through Kieran’s advancing wolves. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and churned earth. All around her, the warriors of Moonfall and Blackwood collided with Kieran’s forces, their howls reverberating through the cliffs like the echoes of ancient gods.

I pleaded. “I am sorry then, those who fall in battle and their families would be taken care of. The blood skull pack has been on my radar for a long. Now would be a good opportunity to conquer it, even the royals can’t stop this war,” Leo responded. The royals were the Alpha king and his mate, they held the ultimate power over the wolves. “The royals, they would intervene there is no way about it,” o responded trying to convince him on a path of peace.

Leandro stumbled to his feet, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. “What now?” Isabella didn’t answer, because in the vision forming in Lyon’s eyes, as he stared past Tristan into the distance, she saw wolves. Thousands of them. But they weren’t alive. They were the first ones. The lost ones. And they were coming back. Not to reclaim, but to destroy everything that followed them. Everything that had tried to rewrite the story. The storm hadn’t ended. This was just the first act. And the real war was about to begin

“You won’t. You may hate me, Valerius, but I don’t fear you. I defeated you once, and I’ll do it again.” His eyes narrowed, glowing brighter. “You should fear me. I am king. I am eternal. And you are nothing but a mistake.” I shook my head. “No. I am Luna. I am mate. I am power. And tonight, you’ll learn that I don’t break.” The tension snapped. Valerius raised his blade. “Kill them all!” The vampires roared, charging forward. The war began. The pack surged to meet them. Wolves shifted, claws tearing into the ground, howls echoing through the night. Witches raised their hands, spells flashing, fire bursting along the border.

The war drums began to beat in the distance, matching the pulse of my fury. The generals stood behind me, the crackle of energy in the air as they awaited my command. They, too, could feel the weight of the moment. The stakes had never been higher. The wolves had not only stolen Tora—they had made her one of them. That, I would never forgive. The dragons were ready, their wings unfurled, massive and powerful. They stood in perfect formation, the air thick with the scent of rage and the promise of destruction. “Move out,” I ordered, my voice cutting through the growing roar of his warriors. “No mercy. We take the wolves down to the last. The pack will burn, and Tora will come home.”

Wrath grew to twice his size, answering this challenge with one of his own, his giant maw open, lips pulled back, snarling at this young whip daring to keep him from what was his. The Royal prince radiated a lethal strength, his Alpha power reaching out, strangling Mikhail with itś dominance as Wrathś hackles rose, a dangerous line of savagery along his spine, and it was clear that he intended to eliminate this threat quickly. ''Oh, shit! Narelle didn't know what to do. Self-preservation was high on her list of important things, and she knew she was no match for a Lycan prince, but the choice was taken out of her hands as Wrath released a thunderous roar causing the ground to tremble, and th

my face contours with wrath. Loki drags out his sword, the same with my men, and they begin to slay every one of them. At this point, I don’t care if their numbers are hundreds or more. They are fools, and need to pay the price for their foolishness. The others in the pack will learn through them.

The moon hung low and red, casting a warlike omen over the frost-laced forest. Beta Troy stood at the head of his legion, every sinew of his body coiled and ready, his breath misting like the fire within him. Behind him, hundreds of wolves shifted uneasily, some armored, some shirtless and marked with the runes of vengeance. They weren’t just warriors—they were survivors of a lineage shattered by treachery. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter, the weight of the past pressing on his shoulders.