Lords Of Wrath Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice trembling in confusion. Marion didn’t answer right away. He just kept staring at me, his gaze cold and unreadable. After a tense moment, his form shifted, and he let out a growl that shook the very air around us. The ordinary wolves among us fell to their knees, some even fainting, unable to withstand the power of his howl, but it did not affect me. “I never thought you could betray your kind, Lyra,” he said, his voice laced with fury. “I trusted you. I loved you. How could you betray us?”

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

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

Rhea and Niko appeared from the den, bloodied but alive, blades flashing. Seris's mist thickened across the battlefield, obscuring, confusing, enemy wolves snapping at shadows. But there were too many. For every Shadow Pack wolf that fell, two more pressed forward. They did not care about losses. This was a holy war. A reclamation. They would burn themselves to ash if it meant drowning Luna in bodies. Theron watched from his perch, eyes glowing, lips moving in a chant. Luna felt it—a pulling. A *summoning.*

Their mission was complete, and the Werewolf God Destroyer had once again struck a blow against the werewolf lineage. Deep within the heart of the Water Nation, a battle raged like a tempest, its fury shaking the very foundations of the ancient kingdom. Lyca, the former princess of the Water Nation, her once vibrant eyes now burning with determination, stood as a guardian of her homeland, her water magic swirling around her like a living shield. Beside her, Drake, the enigmatic shadow mage, his movements a blur as he weaved darkness into a weapon of devastating power.

"Do not test me, Lord Howard, the other Nobles might not care what an Alpha does to commoners, but they will surely take actions when they learn you screwed them over to cooperate with me for this artifact." Lord Howard's face screwed into the tightest of frowns, laced with anger and disgust. He spoke, "Fucking mongrel! You think you can make me fear! You! A peasant Myriad! Wolves, erase these fools from my sight!" The moment the words flew from the Lord's mouth, the other Wolf group behind him unsheathed their swords, ready for the slaughter, as the Lord turned his back to escape the future crime scene. As the Lord backed Gentry, a cold air slapped his pasty white face, filled with pigmenta

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.

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.