Lords Of Wrath Novels & Stories

Adele smiled, “I tell the weapons where to go and where to hit them. We didn’t think this war was going to last this long or that we would have this many to fight. Remus’ coven isn’t more than a couple hundred. Apparently, he has made alliances with other covens, because we have killed triple the size of his coven already.” We walked into the house and Luna Abby, Adele’s grandmother, greeted us, “Well, hello!” I smiled, “Hi Luna Abby. I would like you to meet my parents, King Quincy and Queen Lori of the Southern Werecat Kingdom. Mom, dad, this is Luna Abby, former Luna of Spring River Werewolf Pack and the original creator of the multispecies alliance.” Luna Abby waved me off, “Please, no n

The combined power of the seven werewolf god destroyers was nothing short of overwhelming, a force capable of shaking the very foundations of the world. With a roar that echoed across the barren landscape, the seven werewolf god destroyers charged into battle, their fangs bared and claws extended. Kai, despite his initial hesitation, steeled his resolve and met their charge with unwavering determination. The clash of titans ensued, a spectacle of raw power and unyielding spirit.

The Witch King did not dare to look up at him. The fake emperor’s eyes were narrowed into slits with a glint of coldness flashing within. “Relay my decree! Central Warzone Master Baron Von Doom, Northern Warzone Master Caestus Rembrandt, Eastern Warzone Master Gaia Amatsu, and the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh War Gods are to leave five million troops to confront the Lycantroops marching from the west! “In this battle, victory is the only option!” The imperial guards immediately sent out the orders.

"You waste my time with distractions?" Wrath stepped forward, his massive frame tense. "We made an error, my lord, but it is being corrected. The goddess will be ours." Nihil's hand shot out, and Wrath froze as an invisible force gripped him by the throat. "Errors," Nihil hissed, "are unacceptable." He slammed Wrath into the ground, the impact shaking the cavern. "Do not test my patience." The other spirits stood frozen, too terrified to intervene. Envy clenched her fists, her usual bitterness overshadowed by fear. Pride looked as if he wanted to speak but thought better of it. Gluttony muttered something incomprehensible, gnawing on his knuckles.

The rogue lord stood at the far end, his expression dark and menacing as he watched them approach. "You're too late," the rogue lord growled, his voice filled with malice. "I've already won." Avery stepped forward, her gaze locked on the rogue lord with unwavering resolve. "Not yet," she said firmly. "This ends now." With a fierce battle cry, the pack warriors launched their attack, their movements swift and coordinated as they engaged the rogue lord and his remaining forces. Swords clashed, claws slashed, and teeth gnashed in a chaotic melee that echoed through the chamber.

Yes, everyone who rode the Wyvern was a Sorcerer just like him, after all. In just a few seconds, he had arrived at the centre of the battlefield, where the Lycans and were rampaging. SLASH! SLASH! DING! CRASH! Clash after the crash between two opposing armies was heard. With just one strike, the Lycans and Knights injured the army of the Diamond Duchy until they could no longer fight back. They cut off their hands, feet and sometimes their necks cleanly, and then continued forward.

“Leon! It hurts! Help me!” Leon waved his four bodyguards forward. But they were no match for my father’s men. Within fifteen seconds, all four of Leon’s guards were on the floor, groaning and clutching their stomachs or their broken noses. Two of my father’s men grabbed Leon by the arms, twisted them behind his back, and forced him to his knees right in front of me. My father didn’t hold back. He slapped Leon across the face too—hard enough that blood trickled from the corner of Leon’s mouth.

His eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, a reflection of the moon goddess's blessing that coursed through his Lycan veins. As the skirmish intensified, other warriors from the Red Moon Pack joined the fray, forming a united front against the marauding rogues. The air crackled with the clash of steel against fangs, and the forest echoed with the primal roars of combat. Limuel's pack members fought with unwavering determination, their loyalty to the beta evident in every coordinated strike.

The Moonspire warriors shifted, the insult igniting their rage, but Liora lifted a hand, her calm presence stilling them. “Theodore,” she said, stepping forward. “Your quarrel is with me, not him. He sought the truth and found it. That’s not betrayal — that’s redemption.” Theodore laughed, a sound so cruel it made the air itself seem colder. “Redemption? I’ll show you what redemption looks like when I rip your heart from your chest, chosen one.” His voice rose into a snarl. “Nightfangs — attack!” Chaos exploded. The ground shook under the charge of hundreds of wolves shifting in unison. Claws tore through earth and air; the metallic clang of weapons rang out as fangs met steel. The forest fi

Darkfire. The realization hit me like a crashing wave. The lycans that attacked me weren’t random rogues. They weren’t mercenaries acting alone. They were rulers. That meant they had to be from one of the six other clans—Korvus, Stormbringer, Drakon, Vandros, Bloodstone, or Darkfire. I gripped the parchment tighter, my breath unsteady. This wasn’t just a small dispute. This was an act of war. In the world of lycan politics, interfering in another ruler’s business without consent was already a serious offense. But to attack the queen of a ruling clan? That was beyond treason. It was a declaration of war.