Lords Of Wrath Novels & Stories

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

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.

Usually, ego and territory problems get in the way. But the Wraths were different. Somehow, they made it work. Maybe it was respect. Maybe it was history. Or maybe it was the simple understanding that loyalty among them, Alpha or not, made them stronger. Whatever the reason, they didn't compete. They stood together. Allies first, family always. If one called, the others would show. That was just how it worked. So when Zephyr announced I was to be crowned as Luna, the first human Luna in Wrath history, they came To not just to witness it, but stand behind him, although Zeph had hinted at Zeb's initial reluctance to accept me.

I could feel his wolf, Lars, struggling to fight the command. “I said, Now!” I commanded again, but with a terrifying aura. The warriors near me shook with the pressure of my presence. When Ryner was in front of me, I squared up with him. I watched as his eyes flickered back and forth between him and Lars. “I dare you to defy me, pup.” Vinny spoke through me, insulting him and his rank. He was itching for a fight. He wanted a kill. It annoyed me that Ryner remained quiet and still. He didn’t take the bait.

"You have nothing. And a woman with nothing is the most dangerous thing in this world." I reached out my hand. My fingers trembled, but I didn't pull back. "I don't care about my soul," I said, my voice growing cold and steady. "It’s already broken. If you give me the strength to make them pay... if you help me find the truth and make them bleed for every tear I cried tonight... then take it." The wolf let out a howl that sounded like a thousand souls screaming at once. It lunged, not at me, but into me immediately. I held my ground.

And I could taste it now. But it wasn’t mine. It was theirs. I stepped inside, boots heavy against the stone. The torches burned low. The council table sat between us like a warning. My place was at the head but tonight, I didn’t sit. Blaine stood behind me silently and watching. Darian, one of the older advisors, cleared his throat. “The border wolves….” “Are holding,” I said. He blinked. “I wasn’t finished.” “You were,” I cut in. “If they’re breathing, they’re mine.”