The Way Of Wrath Novels & Stories

I know I am now in trouble as I hear Wrath takes control. He then pushes me back up against the wall and makes me scream as he sinks his fangs hard into my neck, as he thrusts forward, entering me at the same time. About an hour later, Wrath finally allows me to rest after his punishment for leaving the house without him. He doesn't like me going out as there is a chance that someone will still recognize me even after all these years.

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

Sandy smiled and said, "Of course. We're launching a new program that gives every criminal a chance to atone for their crimes. With a bailiff present, they will meet with the victims or their families, then confess what they have done." The broadcast cut to the repentance scene. I stood beside Sandy and watched Ruby and Danny brought in together, standing side by side. Then, I smiled in satisfaction. "I'll kill you! You murderers!" A bottle of sulfuric acid flew at them. Danny's eyes went wide with terror. Without thinking, he pulled Ruby in front of him. "Ah! Help me! It hurts, it hurts!"

Now he is building each of the plans with someone else, and I am left in the darkness. "You deserve the pain, you choose to be hurt and miserable, blame yourself," I whispered and leaned against the wall. Hoping to have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is another battle to make a living. And I'll go back to black.

Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows. Blood was trickling from his lip where Noah had hit him, and his eye was already starting to swell. For a split second, I thought maybe he’d pass back out. No such luck. “Mother… fucker,” Edward muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then his bloodshot eyes snapped to me. And just like that, chaos was back. “You,” he snarled, pushing himself upright with shaky determination. “You bitch.” He stumbled to his feet, swaying for a second, but that didn’t stop him.

While she crumbled to the ground, her body folding in on itself as the weight of it all came crashing down. The whispers returned. The laughter. The sting of betrayal echoed louder than the crowd. She pressed a hand to her chest like she could hold the pieces of her heart together. “I hate you,” she whispered again. “I hate you. I regret ever knowing you.” Her voice cracked, her soul screaming through the silence. And beneath it all—beneath the humiliation, beneath the grief—something else began to stir. It wasn’t hope. It wasn’t love. It was wrath.

The air around Kohl's shifts like a sunset, and the clouds of doom appear around him. "Oh... there's anger that's beyond oneself in the air around you, Kohl. How angry are you at me?" Varca placed his hand over his hip, Kohl sees a cocky expression on Varca's face. Kohl wanted nothing but to behead this monster and give his son peace. Vengeance. "Anger...isn't the word to describe your stance right now, Kohl. You're the manifestation of Wrath. I can see that." Mesmerized, Varca speaks nonsense as Kohl is raging as though he's become Wrath himself. Varca's description was true.

“I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—” “Good.” His eyes were already sliding shut again, the word coming out slower, softer, like something dragged up from underwater. “Good. That's it. Good.” “Stay awake.” Renata’s hand cracked, sharp, against his uninjured cheek, an old trick, a mother’s trick, and it worked, his eyes flew back open, furious and alive. “You do not get to close your eyes yet. Not until the ambulance is here. Do you understand me, Kai Cassano, I did not survive nineteen years of this family to bury you in your father’s study.”