Prince Of Wrath Book Novels & Stories

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

He was a Prince, but apart from his wolf smell which he seemed to have gotten used to, he liked the feel of his soft skin against his fingers, even the sound of his voice was more than enough to turn him on. If not that they had both somehow passed out, he knew that he would have definitely gone all the way. Moreover, the thought of doing it with a werewolf excited Geran. “What do you…” “I want us to finish what we started,” but Geran had just spoken when he looked up to see Darun scoff and chuckle at him almost at the same time. “We’re both men are you crazy?” Drain asked slowly coming to the conclusion that the prince in front of them was slightly mad.

The old man then walked towards the huge gate and walked out from the warehouse. "See you in hell, Luca Stracci." Michele whispered. Stracci's underlings started punching and kicking him, and can feel all the pain on every part of his body. He gritted his teeth to refrain himself from groaning aloud because of the pain. He felt another blow on his ribs again. And again. "Let's see who's going to have the last laugh, you bastard." Michele whispered to himself, as he starts making his own plan on how escape from this hellhole.

The taste of him raised the bloodlust in my wolf and I snarled, adrenaline flooding my system, paws scrabbling for purchase as Prince’s squeal of fear was cut off and he tried desperately to rear and shake me off, to pull me backwards—but I’d cut off his air, and he was already pouring blood. It would be seconds before he’d grow weak. Paw me. Hit me. Hurt me. I wanted to scream at him to beat me off. But my jaw and chest were already saturated in his blood. He stumbled, mouth open, eyes rolling, ears pinned back tight against his skull, dragging me further and further from where I’d betrayed him, but spinning and staggering, instead of attacking me. And then he started to shake. For a moment

He was standing there looking at his master plan being implemented to perfection As the girl broke down in tears he smirked enjoying her pain On the other hand there stood the girl who he trained to perfection The girl who was able to deceive the king The girl who will bring both the king and his mate down He knew what the king was looking for He knew he searched for the girl with the mark And he also knew the mark Resurrection of the thunder wolf will have the thunder mark A book in the kings office says this And he has well read all the historical books to know about this fact. The king thought no one knew this but he was an exception The exception was none other than his worst enemy

from their second brother. “I just hope these pack of wolves would at least wait till the room is empty before raiding me!” he thought to himself wryly as he thought of all the times he had to fend off the grabbing hands of his father and siblings and mother and even his aunts who are at the capital at the time when he came bearing letters from another sibling who is elsewhere. “Good!” The Emperor exclaimed, satisfied and anticipating. Later the entire court erupted in chatter. “Wonderful!” “His Highness The Second Prince is truly capable, a fierce warrior.”

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

“Many years ago, when Rex found him, it wasn’t just his strength that caught Rex’s attention—it was the monster inside him. The Alpha is a very smart man. He sees potential and grabs it. Wraith was just that: potential. A man who could kill without batting an eye. A man capable of murdering a whole household and still having a peaceful sleep. Potential. Before he was made Beta, his main role was serving as Rex’s Enforcer—and that didn’t change, even after he earned the title. Wraith is….twisted and messed up in the head, Tessa. You know, he keeps this book, containing names of every person he’d murdered…” “Stop.” “Whenever his mission is over, he always returns back to the book to add the na

“You sure you want to do this personally, boss?” Dante’s jaw flexed. “If a man breaks my rule, he faces wrath." The car rolled to a stop in front of the grand casino, Crowne Royale. Expensive. Loud. Filled with men who thought money made them untouchable. Dante stepped out, and just like he expected, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Dante Valerio had arrived. He walked straight to the VIP room, where the traffickers sat laughing, chips stacked high, bottles spilled. The leader, a greasy man named Vito, looked up and smirked.

GREY'S POV I wake up to the same ceiling, grand and antique. Then I bolt up and check my body. There's a small bandage on my wrist. It hurts slightly when I place pressure. That d1ck of a mad king caused this! He should have let me die if he really wanted me dead. But deep down, I'm grateful. I shiver when I remember the fear that had spiraled through me. Goodness, I never want to feel that way again. I take it back, death is not a luxury.