Lords Of Wrath 소설 & 이야기

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.

We were surrounded by the rumble of beasts of different sizes, breeds and skills who were riotously advancing in the blink of an eye, thirst for blood and murder written all over their faces. “Strike!!! Now!!!” I commanded Lycans via mind link with urgency. “Charge”, Thersar, Nexelex and Kandreah followed my lead with the roars to their warriors, which broke out through tumult of shouting, hissing and screaming rumpus and commotion caused by Waltherran fighters. Omar’s POV

Clyde gave Lando a weak smile and said confidently, "Uncle, I think that I can still get the justice that Spencer deserves in this field." Lando grinned. "You don't think werewolves exist, do you?" Clyde remained silent. Lando viewed the garden while leaning against the handrails. Nearly everyone in the yard was dressed in black and stood in sympathy with Spencer's family. "How many more lives must be lost for you Clyde to believe that werewolves are real? Are you still going to wait for yourself to experience the loss of a loved one because of these monsters?" Lando pointed to the people gathered in the garden. "See those people? Some of them might be werewolves, preying on our every move w

His voice was low, but filled with a chilling calmness that mirrored the steel in his eyes. Cyrus’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think it’s just me? You’re both dead already. There’s nowhere left to run." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "You’ve made a fatal mistake by trusting each other. The empire doesn’t just destroy enemies, Ravenspine. It destroys loyalties."

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

My mouth immediately began to water when I saw his exposed chest and hardened nipples, and I couldn’t resist the urge to trace my hands around the tattoos on his body. He was everything you would expect a sexy hot mafia lord to be, and I was insanely attracted to him even though I knew deep down that this went against my morals and I shouldn’t have any iota of feelings towards someone like this, especially since this was just a contract that will expire after a year too. “It’s only sexual attraction and nothing else,” I said in my mind. “Take off your clothes. I want to watch you do it.” He said, and my pussy immediately became more slicky. What was he doing to me that even his voice had suc

His grip was firm, but not too tight. “You don’t smell like someone who is lying “ he said. “I’m too tired to make things up “ I replied. For a moment, I thought I saw something like anger on his face. It wasn’t directed at me. Behind us, I heard distant howling The fighters. They had arrived at the border. One of Derek’s fighters turned around. “The leader Blood Moon wolves are coming.” Derek didn’t let go of me. “How many are they?” “Five. More are, behind them.”

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.

They were covered by dark strands of hair. "They say he is a Katharos. His Majesty will be happy that they caught one." Her handmaiden Elda continued to explain. A Katharos? A werewolf of royal blood. And now here he was as a prisoner. That must hurt his pride. werewolves were prideful creatures. All of them fought when they were brought here, unwilling to succumb to their enemies. Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of defiance and he had more than anyone she had seen before. They covered his entire back, not leaving any skin untouched.

He added, "I know you won't sit still after hearing this, and you're going to search for them. No one knows the exact location of their sanctuary, but there is a place outside our continent called the Deadlands. If you investigate there, you'll find clues." Andrew took mental note of it and continued, "Sir, earlier you said you, my father, and Mr. Zeroual weren't able to defeat that man. Does that mean the Lord of Wrath was from The Veiled Faction?" Luther's eyes grew distant with memory. "At that time, Reginald was only at the martial god level. If he had the strength he has today, your mother would never have been harmed. Yes, the Lord of Wrath was one of the two High Envoys of The Veiled