Public Enemy Prophets Of Rage Novels & Stories

But those of rogue wolves that are running towards a direction, hiding through the shadows before taking another leap. “They’re starting to convene again, Clayton,” Gabriel said when Clayton lowered the device. “The rogue that you threw out from your pack. He was welcome a hero the minute he got back and gave his accounting to his alpha. The Red Fang Howlers is near our borders to the West. They’ve been monitoring us since we arrived.” Clayton turned to him stonily. “Are you saying that they might attack us?” “They’re not going to,” Gabriel answered confidently. “They’ve been given the task to monitor our moves to report back. I’m sure by now, the rogues have already discovered Amarah’s exis

"The ones you seek are in the ancient ruins of Thunder and Rain, they are preparing to march against the wolves since they are weak without their Queen to protect the city and they also have the help of some vampires loyal to Morgaine. Be aware that Morgaine, Flavius, and Rufus are working on this together, the illness of Lucius is nothing more than Dead Men blood mixed with virgins blood and a spill of werewolf blood. They planned to overthrow the vampires and werewolves to join them in a crusade against the Merchant Council so they could rule over the entire world. They plan to eliminate the others once the plan is executed because they want to eliminate any other races. But that is for yo

"Kyara! Concentrate on your core. Remember who you are. His words grounded me, bringing me back from the brink of losing control. I took a deep breath and allowed the fire to settle into a steady, controlled burn. My power was not wild or chaotic; it was mine, and I would use it on my terms. The creature growled in frustration as my flames began to outnumber its own. "You think you've won?" it snarled, its body flickering like a dying ember. "The prophecy cannot be denied. "You were always intended to destroy."

All went back to their base and continued waiting for the fight, at a time it was beginning to look like there will not be any fight, some more kingdoms were joining the stands, some that had given their alliances to the witch Queen joined, and some that won't wait for the queen to come, cos they won't want to forced to surrendering joined either the warlock or the beloved, one day while they waited, a man was sited riding a cow, he came with so many men and stood aside echoing the name of Luku, he wanted a fight, The attention went to the man on the cow, where had he came from, he looked more like animal, but he was looking upright and had a well human grip at the rope tied to the cow, just

Eugenius’s sneering taunt, his gloating posture, suddenly evaporated, replaced by shock as Androkles exploded into a whirlwind of righteous, uncontrollable rage. The Ares power that had been a faint aura around him erupted into a blinding, terrifying inferno. It was the Destroyer, the boy from the prophecies, the warrior who would bring war and ruin to his enemies. He drove Eugenius back, his axe a blur of motion, his every strike a punishing blow fueled by a cold, hard fury that was more powerful than any mere strength.

Since he was preoccupied, he had truly let the person live for a few more days, but the person is desperately trying to die. Name: Rage Level 130 Race: Demon(Kun Peng) Rank: Disaster Element: Space HP- ??? ATK-1400 DEF-500 Speed-121 Mana- 5000 [Skills- Magic Resistance(Disaster), King of Seas(Disaster), Perception(Disaster), Stealth(Disaster), Advanced Vision, Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic), Ambush(Unique) Spatial Dimension (Disaster) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Teleport(Epic) Shattered Space(Disaster) The Great Calamity(Epic)]

, by now Lanna and Acre had noticed I wasn't alone but Mathew had popped up from out of the crowd and led them just off to the side so they were close enough to see me but far enough so we could chat without interruptions, "Well have you heard of the prophecy?" Looking momentarily confused he asked "The one about the war coming?" "Yes" "Ok, I don't get it, that prophecy about war coming and wolves who have special powers?" I raise my eyebrows and nod "Wait, you? but if this is true then why are you here?" "Me and my brother Acre over there," I say nodding towards him before continuing "We saw our mates on the news about the bomb, we need to find them and get them home"

Then Thorne stepped closer to her, his presence offering silent support, and I felt a surge of gratitude for my cousin's loyalty. Alric raised his hand for silence, but it took several attempts before the angry murmurs died down. "The prophecy is ancient and open to interpretation," he said firmly. "What matters is that there are those who believe in it strongly enough to threaten our pack's safety. As for Maya, she's here because she chose to stand with us when she could have run to safety. Her magical abilities could prove valuable in defending against the threats we're facing."

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste