Lords Of Wrath Novels & Stories

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.”

Swords clashed, teeth bared, and the woods echoed with the thunderous clash of rival werewolf packs engaged in a battle for supremacy. Leori's gaze burned with determination as he faced his adversaries, each strike a testament to his warrior's prowess. Robin, a formidable ally, fought by his side, their movements synchronized in a dance of lethal grace. Together, they defended their territory and their honor, their loyalty to their pack unyielding.

none you have ever faced before.' The Warlock stopped speaking when he saw the look of abject terror on the faces of the Warriors around the table, their Leader stood up and looked at his Alpha bowed his head and spoke in a trembling voice, 'You want us to fight th[s God Alpha?' Loki could scent the fear in the room, these were his best, most Elite Warriors, to become one they had faced many difficulties and it was their proudest moment when they were appointed. Pushing himself to his feet he took a deep breath,

Third Person's POV On the southern border battlefield, a fierce battle was about to break out. Alpha Lance stood before everyone, his voice strong and powerful, carrying the unique dominance of an Alpha. It traveled far in the biting cold wind. "Warriors! Our homeland has been trampled by invaders from Dragon Ash. They've stolen our land and killed our people. We must avenge them! Today, we reclaim our land for our people and our glory. Charge!" His words ignited the wrath of all the werewolf warriors. Their pheromones surged, forming a storm of emotion.

It was more responsibility than he wanted. Then the attacks started happening. The smaller packs didn't exist anymore. The remainders sought refuge in the large packs. When they attacked Linc’s pack and killed him, that's when Agnar decided enough was enough. He was down with the way the wolf world was. Linc was his best friend and if they had been in the same pack he would have asked Linc to be his beta. The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne.

Neither of them could meet my eyes. This is precisely why I hate wolves; they are truly pathetic creatures. “I never knew you were this poetic Roman Duchenne,” Lucia says, and my brows shoot to the top of my head. She has heard of me. “Well, there is a way for her to regain rule from the moon vultures. A duel between the two individuals fighting for the throne. The winner gets to rule, and the loser joins them.” Lucia points at the pole with the heads of Malik and his family.

"We need to take down Baratheon and Hyperion before they can call for reinforcements." With a nod of determination, the wolves spread out, forming a defensive line. Lucius and Orion led the charge, engaging Baratheon head-on. Their movements were swift and precise, their strikes calculated and deadly. The clash of fangs and claws reverberated through the cavern as the two wolves fought fiercely for dominance.