Lords Of Wrath Novels & Stories

Lightning tore across the snow, colliding with the darkness, the flash blinding, thunder splitting the air. The impact shook the earth, forcing warriors to brace themselves, Thorne bellowing commands as his wolves held the lines, Kael slipping between enemies, striking down those who dared to advance. Luca stood firm, rallying warriors, his sword a blur of steel as he cut down an attacker who lunged for a wounded packmate. Raven let Shadow surge to meet the darkness, clashing against The Wraith’s power, black flames tearing through the mist, pushing it back step by step.

And all of them were coming for us. For the realm. For me. “HOLD!” I shouted, lifting my palm high into the air. My voice cracked through the storm like a sword through silence. Warriors along the front line—Highland wolves in black steel, forest clans in bark-etched leather, humans clutching blessed rifles—braced. Behind us, the wolves howled. One long, united sound of fury and promise. And then— I let the storm go. Lightning erupted from my fingers, searing the sky open in a white-hot arc. It coiled like a living whip, smashing into the first line of wraith riders—and they didn’t fall. They exploded.

I rasped. Arwan looked away, hiding his emotionless face, “Very correct, keep reading.” “In the year 1770, a war broke out between the lycanthropic dragons against the real werewolves, dark walkers, shadow creatures, and Apex predators. All with one aim, eradicating the forbidden seed” “Wow, a lot of people want me dead,” I voiced out in sadness. “Just keep reading Melonie,” Arwan scolded.

Mummo nods to my mates, making me smile. “Alphas of Blood Moon and Wolf Creek, Kings of the Bloodwrath Kingdom; do Blood Moon and the Bloodwrath Kingdom swear loyalty to the realm and the Hale Kingdom, to protect the realm of werewolves, lycans, and vampires alike?” Mummo requests, as Osric grabs the dagger first, passing it to Jonathan, and then Embry as they take their turn slicing their hands and bleed into the goblet.

To defeat a Dragon Prince in single combat high above the earth was a feat of terrifying martial dominance. "Zhao retreated," Dominic growled low, his molten gold eyes sweeping over every pack leader in the ring. "But he was merely the scout. The High Council of Dragon Lords is now mobilizing all five of their war-fleets. They have thousands of dragon-wolf warriors, star-iron dreadnoughts, and celestial fire weapons. They intend to descend upon this continent, burn our lands, and drag my family to their sky-court in chains." Dominic stepped down from the raised platform, his heavy combat boots crunching against the stone.

"And you repaid me by betraying our kind to these animals." "Your kind," she shot back. "Not mine. I'm both. I'm neither. I'm done being your weapon." The vampire lord's smile vanished. "Then you're done being alive." He raised his hand. The shadows behind him surged forward—vampire warriors, dozens strong, moving with deadly speed. My father's roar cut through the night. "PROTECT THE HYBRID!" The pack met the vampires in a clash of fur and fang against cold flesh and ancient speed. The clearing exploded into chaos.

"The kingdom is yours now, Killian. Lead them." Killian bowed his head respectfully to his father. "I won't fail them." Outside the palace gates, the united armies assembled beneath the towering stone walls. The wolves of Blackthorn stood shoulder to shoulder with the swift vanguard of the Eastern Wind Pack, the towering berserkers of the Northern Clans, and the fierce fighters of the River Pack. Warriors from kingdoms that had once been bitter rivals now stood side by side, their breathing steady in the cold air.

The impact sent the wolf crashing into a nearby structure, adding to the chaos engulfing the kingdom. As Ragnor closed the distance between them, years of hatred and resentment surged to the forefront. Kade tensed, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword, ready to defend not just his kingdom, but the life he had rebuilt from the ashes of their shared past. Without a word, they charged at each other, the clash of their bodies echoing the thunderous turmoil around them.

"I, Trojan Wolfheart, solemnly swear to be a good leader of others by treating them with respect and dignity, no matter what rank they're born with. I will nurture my people's unique gifts and talents and give them opportunities to continue to grow and advance. I will protect them and not let power win over my clean intentions." His oath echoed in the vastness of the venue. Everyone was just looking at him. All attention is on the man standing on stage with an aura of confidence. He wasn't afraid to look everyone in the eyes, including mine. "WARRIORS!" I landed my eyes on the werewolves lining up in front of Trojan. "We, the warriors of the Blue Moon Pack, swear to serve the new Alpha with

Bodies decorated the southern border of the Damned pack. Alpha Jackson wanted to call for everyone to retreat but there was no way out so, he pressed on. He and his warriors took out some of the warriors on alpha Luciano’s pack, but the numbers were not balancing. Those warriors fought like mad men, like they were not afraid of death, they were like Vikings ready to go to Valhalla to meet Odin the god of war. Like the Vikings it looked like these warriors were looking for a beautiful death. The Eclipse pack’s death to be specific since their side only had a few fallen warriors.