Re:zero Wrath Novels & Stories

As Blade pulls back from his dominant kiss, Wrath breathes heavy rasps, “I’m Wrath, my human is Silas.” “Wrath… Silas…” The names roll off of Blade's tongue making Wrath’s eyes flicker, Blade smirks as he says. “More?” Blade wasn’t sure if he was asking to continue the kiss or if his mate wanted more blood however when Wrath glanced down at the dead rogue at their feet, Blade smirked knowing what he needed. Blade steps back from Wrath, picks up the dead rogue and throws it into the bathroom before walking back over to the sitting room door and beckoning to the next one.

But before we could make it far enough, the second Gamma took a step forward, his face contorted with rage. “You think you can just walk away from this, you punk?” he sneered. “You’re not even part of this pack. You’re nothing but an outsider.” Zero’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Then I’ll make sure you stay down, pup.” He lunged, moving faster than I could process. The Gamma barely had time to react before Zero had him pinned to the ground. Zero’s claws sank into the Gamma’s throat, and in one swift motion, he ended the threat. The Gamma’s body went limp in Zero’s grip, lifeless.

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.

Through the thick front door, she shouted, "Julian, you've been bitten! You're about to turn into a zombie! I can't open the door. If I do, I'll die too! You love me so much, so let me live! You can die in peace. I'll remember you forever!" Those words were the final straw, crushing what remained of Julian's sanity. 'I'll remember you.' He had said those same words to me in his previous life when he pushed me toward the zombies! Fate had come full circle. Judgment had indeed come for him. Fate had turned once, and the figurative blade he had driven into my back finally pierced his own heart. Listening to the heartless words behind the door, Julian's heart went cold. He stopped pounding and c

Usually, ego and territory problems get in the way. But the Wraths were different. Somehow, they made it work. Maybe it was respect. Maybe it was history. Or maybe it was the simple understanding that loyalty among them, Alpha or not, made them stronger. Whatever the reason, they didn't compete. They stood together. Allies first, family always. If one called, the others would show. That was just how it worked. So when Zephyr announced I was to be crowned as Luna, the first human Luna in Wrath history, they came To not just to witness it, but stand behind him, although Zeph had hinted at Zeb's initial reluctance to accept me.

Victor hissed. He swung. His fist connected with Subject Zero’s jaw, sending the clone flying backward. She hit the safety rail of the reactor pit, her skin flickering like a dying television screen. She looked at Victor, a jagged, robotic grin stretching across her face. "The twins... belong to the state..." Zero rasped. The rail snapped. Zero tumbled into the white-hot core of the reactor. A pillar of violet fire erupted, and the ship groaned, a sound of dying gods.

As they became attuned to each other's strategies, the inflicted damage ceased to diminish significantly. [Lavender's Damage Absorption Threshold: 44%] [Twar's Damage Absorption Threshold: 47%] "This is definitely getting nowhere. Let's settle this, Lavender." Twar issued the challenge, his aura shifting into deep blues mixed with violet hues of kraken, radiating from his body. "I'm always ready." Ravyn's response was confident, her gray aura extending outward. They both charged towards each other in mid-air, Twar's tentacled aura hammer poised to strike. However, at the critical moment, Ravyn altered her trajectory, descending slightly and falling backward.

There was a note to the side, which she picked up. It read, 'GOT YA! ' At this instant, she realized what it was. "There's no one here," she muttered. "Nikamura, get out of there. It's a trap. There's someone advancing where you are!" The voice of Zayne called out, but it was too late. She had turned when an object sailing through the air struck her on the stomach. Nikamura looked down to find the assassin's star weapon in her stomach, and when she looked up, she saw him approaching her with his sword drawn.

Close combat demanded more brute force than finesse, serving as the swiftest path to determine victors, hinging on endurance and determination. Though Zero's metallic exterior boasted formidable resilience, Alexander's relentless strikes proved even harder, denting metal with each powerful blow. While Alexander endured a few punches, most inflicted only superficial wounds, sparing his vital organs from harm. Maintaining the relentless rhythm of his assault, Alexander aimed to wear down Zero. With a resounding boom, Alexander landed a forceful blow to Zero's chest, prompting a smooth retreat as Zero recoiled, recalibrating its strategy in response to the unexpected maneuver. In the heat of th

I demanded but he chuckled and then brought his mouth near my ears and then spoke softly, his breath touching the skin of my neck. “I see you are so brave.” I continued to struggle out, squeezing my hand with all the energy I have. “You think you can fight me off?” His voice was a growl of pure rage. “Let’s see how tough you are when…” I didn’t let him finish. I jerked my head back, smashing my skull into his nose and he howled in pain, his grip loosening for just a second enough for me to twist free. Blood was gushing out his nostrils.