Sin Of Wrath Name Novels & Stories

He crushed it inside a silver ashtray beside him. "We have the same mission," he said, his voice now steady. "To bring down the Malcovich name. That is what brought you to me, Aria. And that is still what we will finish." He looked up again, this time calling me with full weight. "Aria Delaney." Hearing my full name made my chest rise. Yes. That name. That name still meant war. I nodded. Slowly. But I did not smile. I didn’t thank him. I didn’t say I understood. I simply listened.

“Your sin is unforgivable now. You know all about your curse, yet you behaved like a beast in both realms and killed many innocent souls. No matter, you have faced a lot and you have a painful past. But you have harmed many people in your anger. Throwing anger on innocent and punishing them for no reason is a sin. You act ruthless, cruel, and dominating Alpha in your pack, but you are alone now in your pack. Your followers rejected your evil plans of ruling the werewolf realm. Alphas should be strong, powerful, and kind enough to lead a pack and protect them against the enemies but you forced them to obey you. You planned against your fellow packs. That’s why destiny has planned worse for y

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

"Damien Nightshade, the traitorous son of Elias himself, dares to show his face after all this time? And allied with my enemies no less?" Fury's presence thrummed through my psyche like a scorching wind, fanning the flames of my wrath to fever pitch. "It would seem the cosmic forces test your conviction with trials beyond even this conflict's scope, Alpha. Will you rise to the unholy heights of destiny before you?" My gaze swung back to Talon, lips peeling back from fangs slick with my own blood. "Summon the warpack, every able-bodied warrior from here to the outer rifts. This insult will not go unanswered, even if I have to tear the celestial firmament asunder to enact my reckoning!"

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

I said softly causing him to look over at me surprise on his features at my change in tone. "Real name is Kateus, also known as the sin of envy, due to jealous tendencies and grudges" I said taking a deep breath. "One of the main downfalls in humanity is the want for what others have making him one of the most dangerous sins because it doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process the only thing that is a priority is his own want to be better and higher then anything and everyone else around him" I said causing him to look almost ashamed.

On the other end of the line, I heard him groan, a long, harsh, guttural sound of release. I lay there, trembling, my chest heaving, listening to the heavy, ragged breathing of the man who owned my soul, the silence of the room heavy with the scent of our shared sin.

Did the Scarlett Witch do something to keep her mate alive? Impossible! That was impossible! The Alpha of the Scarlett Moon Pack, Drefan, could not be alive! …… A/N: ‘Drefan’ is an Anglo Saxon name meaning ‘Trouble.’

They were feared; people dared not even utter their group's title, let alone their names. Crimson mask wearer - Wraith. Silent. Muscular. Athletic. He embodies Wrath, blood, vengeance, and swift judgment. His dual blades do all the talking he needs. Once a soldier who defied orders to protect civilians during a silent purge in the northern isles. Branded a traitor and left for dead, Wraith was found by Diana’s agents on the battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of those he killed in defence of the innocent. His oath was shattered that day, and so he forged a new one: to serve not law, but judgment.

Seatanie’s mouth fell open at his accusations and she came closer to him and took his hands to place it on her stomach. “I'm the daughter to the Alpha of Howling Stone Pack, I'm strong, fierce, and a warrior to stand by you even in times of war which your human mate can't even lift a finger to try.” I swallowed at her words and won't lie at the bluntness of her words which stung so badly.