Re:zero Wrath Novels & Stories

Gurudza at the distance searching for Gwanhoya feels the malice being cause by wrath and follows the direction to the enchanted forest quickly. Wrath at this point has just killed a few people in Alabaster Weald and he feels a menacing corrupt power getting closer to his location and he stops waiting for it to come closer to him so he can face it and excitement of fighting a worthy opponent takes a grip of him. A black lightning descends and Wrath jumps to the side dodging it. With a smile on his disfigured face. He inhales in deeply waiting for his attacker to show holding the air in. Gurudza appears right behind him and he quickly turns and blows fire out of his mouth.

GRAY “What did you just say?” I thundered, striding toward him, each step shaking with the storm building inside me. My chest rose and fell fast, my voice raw with rage. Reid hung upside down, blood dripping from a cut on his jaw, his body straining against the ropes. His swollen lips curled into a sneer, his eyes burning with defiance. “You heard me! Don’t make me repeat myself!” His voice cracked, yet he still screamed like he wanted me to break.

Their eyes are also glowing red, which is a huge red flag. "Wraiths," Matthew breathed. "He made a pact." "Subject Zero is ready for integration," Varkov said in a menacing voice that seemed to trigger the creatures. "Kill the others. Secure the Alpha." The wraith wolves roared and charged at them. Aser drew his knife. The potion was wearing off, and he could feel the red haze returning. "Kill them all!" Aser roared.

The shockwave bounced, shattering time into shards of glass. Rayden twisted his body, kicking, grabbing his sword in midair. Each step left a spiral trail of fire, forming the Ember Traces, the Dewa Perang’s ultimate movement technique. Brahma countered with the Eternal Thousand Hands, creating shadows of himself in every direction, each throwing a punch that generated a new gravity. The first clash cracked the world. The second erased sound. The third split light into colors never seen before. They moved as fast as light but as precise as breath. Rayden slashed upward, not aiming at the body, but Brahma’s will. Brahma blocked with a fist of pure energy, and with every clash, the meaning of

Relief. Not grief — I’d known Leon would never love me, had known it for long enough that the knowing had calcified into simply a fact about the world. Not fear exactly, though fear was present. Relief. The specific relief of someone who has been operating under a ceiling that has just been removed. Leon was dead. The Ancient Lycan was dead. The ceiling was gone. Which meant the forty Redmoon warriors in my patrol rotation were forty wolves without a command structure, without a loyalty chain, without a reason to be here that extended beyond the authority of a King who no longer existed.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

General Fu Lian muttered under her breath. Zhou Fu twisted his legs in a specific motion. Every single movement of his feet was equivalent to shifting an elephant calf. The floor of the ship creaked loudly as Zhou Fu's feet rubbed against the surface. From the movement of the legs that sucked in a lot of internal energy, a large collection of energy waves was also generated which Zhou Fu's body immediately sent into each of his right and left hands. “The God of War Rage Kick!!!” Simultaneously, Zhou Fu's right and left hands were smashed into General Fu Lian's body.

The words cracked like thunder. Murmurs rippled — not mocking like before but disbelief. Some even looked…respectful. Vladislav continued, his gaze still on me. "She held her own. She drew blood. She fought with discipline. She earns her place." He extended the Harbingers, both blades gleaming wickedly in his hands. For a moment, I thought he was taunting me again. But then he offered them forward. "They're yours now." I blinked. Slowly, I reached out, taking the hilts.

I anxiously tried to stop them, but Jared suddenly snatched Larry's baton and smashed it on me, knocking me to the ground. He was seething with rage. "No wonder…it's the same in the past—you two are in this together, trying to deceive me!" I was shocked to realize that Jared was also reborn. No wonder he had insisted that I was lying on the phone despite not asking for his help this time. But as blood poured out from my body, my head began to spin, and I could barely speak. All I could do was lie there, struggling weakly. Jared took in a deep breath and clamped his hand tightly on my wrist. "Do you know what the consequences of hurting the daughter of the Spencer family are?