The Way Of 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.

They grinned with too many teeth and the forest recoiled. Heat flared as Wrath stormed onto the field, scorching the grass to ash. Blackened armor hugged a colossal frame, glowing cracks bleeding light through the plates. Chains wrapped their arms, spitting sparks with every movement. Their cloak was torn and dark with old blood. Wrath was a storm in a body.

With every fiber of my being, I swore to make them pay for the pain they had wrought upon me. The rain pounded against the car, a symphony of vengeance. And as the storm raged on, I became a force of nature—a harbinger of their destruction. They would soon realize the error of their ways, and in the darkness that awaited them, they would find no salvation, no refuge from the wrath that awaited.

She smiled, “Thank you.” Just minutes later, Yahir was brought out, his entire backside, including the backs of his legs, was covered in bloody slashes. He was led to a wall, his arms spread out and wrists cuffed to the wall. His ankles restrained to the wall with his shackles. King Quincy sat in his throne and one of the warriors stepped forward to face us, “We are here to witness the execution of Yahir for the charges of murder of his mate, Sara Hart, and the attempted murder of Prince Sebastian and Princess Adele.” He turned to Yahir, “Do you have any last words?” Yahir laughed maniacally, “You can kill me but the prince and princess will still be dead. I have too many people after them.”

Sage tried a different approach to cool down the situation. Maddy's mention was enough to pull Jes out of her rage hazed state. Jes had clearly gotten her temper from her biological father, Ethan James who always lost all the reasonings after hitting the limit of his patience. "You better sleep with an open eye dickwad." Jes threatened before letting Sage drag her away from Aidan and Lucas Lucas was regarding Jes's retreating form with alarm because probably no one had ever talked to the business tycoon that way before. Jes was the first one to throw shit his way.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

Let him suffer. Payback’s a bitch.

She must not care about getting out of here in one piece! "You wretched woman, how dare you...," Marcus snarled, grabbing Serena's wrist. "You're nothing but trash, already used up by my uncle. I wouldn't even bother with leftovers like you!" Serena remained unfazed. "If I'm so beneath you, then why don't you let go?" Wayne, fueled by the alcohol, had his judgment clouded by that slap. "I'm not letting go, so what are you gonna do about it?” "Marcus, do you want to lose that hand of yours?" Damien's lazy voice drifted over from the direction of the stairs. His tone was calm but carried a hint of warning.

**Winter's POV** I stormed out of the Elders' Hall, my heart a thunderous drumming within my chest, beating against my ribcage with a fury that echoed through my very bones. The gruesome sight I had just witnessed burned into my mind, filling every thought with flames of anger and pain. I sensed my wolf beneath the surface, its feral rage simmering, begging to be released, to unleash carnage on those responsible. But I knew all too well the danger of letting go in such a state. It would be chaos and destruction—no calculated justice or order, just raw violence and uncontrollable devastation. I'd let my wolf free in rage once before, and the memory of the aftermath haunted me.

my mother begged. I just shook my head at her, to all of them. “You will never see me for a long time,” I said. “And when I go back, it must scare all of you because I will not just come back to do nothing,” that moment, I knew that the love I had for them vanished in exchange of hatred that ate me up. For the old Faith that they abused and neglected, and for my child that they didn't spare from their cruelty. “I will come back and make you taste my own wrath,” itsclarixass