Prince Of Wrath Book Novels & Stories

"Rot in hell, cursed mongrel! My king's fire will scorch your cursed hide to ash!" The dark stone room was a warground and a shotgun was raised to head of the kneeling man. The prince didn't flinch. Instead, his eyes turned darker. "From the other side, whisper to your king. Tell him traitors may not cross my path." The prince replied in a deep rumble that was too calm for a situation like this. It was the true voice of a warrior.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Author’s Note Welcome to Bound to the Forbidden Alpha Prince, Book Two of The Cursed Bloodline Series. This story can be enjoyed on its own, but for the full emotional journey—and to truly understand Warren, the legacy he carries, and the world he was born into—I highly recommend reading Book One: Bound to the Alpha I Swore to Kill first. Whether you’re returning or joining the series for the first time… Welcome back to Shadow Pack. Now, let’s see what kind of monster Adrian left behind.

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Every step he took echoed with memories of what Heaven once was… and what Luna had made of it. A deep growl rumbled from the farthest cell, low and resonant like thunder before a storm. The air itself trembled. Jophiel stopped. The cell was drenched in shadow, runes crawling across its surface like serpents. Within, bound by chains laced with Calamiros poison, its residue seeping like black fire through the links of celestial steel, sat Wrath. Once, one of the Princes of hell, ruling with the other sins, now the embodiment of fury incarnate. His eyes, molten red-gold, glowed even in the dark.

I know I am now in trouble as I hear Wrath takes control. He then pushes me back up against the wall and makes me scream as he sinks his fangs hard into my neck, as he thrusts forward, entering me at the same time. About an hour later, Wrath finally allows me to rest after his punishment for leaving the house without him. He doesn't like me going out as there is a chance that someone will still recognize me even after all these years.

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

Before I can comprehend what is happening, they're already on their feet again downstairs. "You fucking piece of shit," Prince lashes out, whirling the guy around and locking his wrists from behind, pushing him against the glass window. He whacks the guy's face against it that the glass cracks. The psychopath growls in pain as Prince cracks his hand, probably breaking the bone. Prince roughly spins him around that the back of his head smacks the glass window again. "How dare you," Prince hisses, venom in his voice. Then my vision becomes more and more blur, everything around me spinning around. My chest is heaving up and down, my breaths short from the lack of air just now. The legs that I'v

Prince Victor was holding a large and thick book in his arms and Old lady Waina was following after him. "The book you were looking for was kind of lost among the discarded books. It was not easy to find." The old woman commented. I watched Prince Victor walk closer and I realized how old and dusty the books was. "That looks very dusty." I commented as I leaned back, trying to stop myself from bolting put of the chair and running out. "Now, now... A little dust won't hurt your high holiness." Prince Victor smirked before he listed the book up to his head and dropped it on the table for good measure.