Lords Of Wrath Novels & Stories

"Now, you've got my attention. What happened?" Zephyr smiled wistfully, looking toward the spot where Troy still stood. I followed his line of sight. "Was there another fight?" He chuckled. "No, honey. There was an attempted assassination." I blinked. "Wait… what?!" "He nodded. "You see, the Wrath Pack is the highest-ranking, most powerful Lycan pack in all of Aspen. So when my father died, everyone wanted the throne. There was a power grab… wolves coming out of the shadows, making plays for Alpha. They even tried before my coronation, so I wasn't surprised when it happened again."

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.

I'm getting your lost interest right now! "And in addition, you are a complete moron since he is your closest companion. You are obligated to take good care of him, but instead, you destroy his just-formed family. You give the impression of being a sheep, but in reality, you are a wolf at heart. Why are you being so cruel to your best friend? I don't see why you would treat him in such a manner. Do you really want Lucas to put an end to your life when he finds out about this? Dominic, you must have been aware that there is no way to deceive him anymore."

"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.”

“He’s right. You should have put the crown on. Now you have no army. No throne. Just a timer.” Eighty-seven days. No. I look at Clay. At Cael. At Draven. At the pack standing in the smoke. “We have a pack,” I say. “And we have eighty-seven days to build an army.” Moira laughs. “With what? Wolves?” “No.” I meet her eyes. “With First Blood.” The six Others raise their heads. In unison. And Wrath kneels. To me. “Mother,” he says. Draven goes very, very still.

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.

Claws pounded into the soil, snarls ripped through the air, and the full force of the royal pack—feral, enormous, and glowing with power—descended onto the battlefield like a storm. It was no longer dawn. It was war. The enemy rushed to meet them, a wall of dark wolves and corrupted Lycans twisted by shadow magic. Their eyes glowed red or smoky grey, their fangs longer than normal, their pelts stained with something darker than blood. They moved as one mass of nightmare and rot—trained, ruthless, and ready. The collision of forces echoed across the valley like thunder. Claws met flesh. Fangs tore into throats. Blood spurted into the air as entire limbs were ripped free. Roars shook the sky—d