The Way Of Wrath Novels & Stories

Adrian Hollingsworth has spent his life maintaining the family's pristine image, but the merger of the Hollingsworth and Wexford empires brings him face-to-face with Theodore Wexford. As their parents' engagement party turns into a battlefield of old rivalries and explosive physical tension, Adrian finds himself drawn to the one man he is supposed to despise—his soon-to-be step-brother.

~Playlist~ To build a home(slowed)- seltmemset Damien POV I rush to pick Jay up from the floor. She keeps clutching her tummy and it's scaring me like shit. Panic shoots through me when I see blood on her thigh. "Joseph call an ambulance now!" I yell and he nods before walking out to make the phone call. Riley comes into the bathroom and grab Bethany before she could sprint for the door. My anger is boiling as I stare at her and she has a pitiful look on her face. Her eyes are dull and scared. She no longer hers that victory winning smile on her face.

He turned to face his foe and stared at her with a look of raw, unadulterated rage: She was causing hundreds upon thousands of restless souls to fight a losing war, all because of her petty vengeance. "La Bruja! Mi Amor! Your time has come! Lady Muerte herself has sealed your fate, and all you're doing by raising this army is making my job easier!" He said before charging the oncoming hoard, Alexis hot on his tail, and his forces even closer behind. An entire platoon's worth surrounded him, all for naught, as he slashed in an open arc and shot a bullet from his gun, infusing it with his wrath, piercing through hundreds of soldiers. Alex at his side slashed at everything in sight, clawing thr

“I will come back and make you taste my own wrath,” itsclarixass

“So when Lust touches you next, all he’ll feel is me.” He leaned down over me, his chest brushing mine as he kept slamming in, the slap of skin-on-skin loud, wet, savage. “You belong to hell now,” Wrath whispered. “And I’ll carve that into your body one fuck at a time.” My body broke again. And I came. Hard. Violent. Without permission. Without pride. Just another surrender.

The whole of him now seemed off, his eyes turning crimson from a brooding chill, the glow in his eyes like an uncontrolled beast. I was genuinely scared, but I couldn't move, nor could I make a sound; I could only watch him, step by step, advancing towards me. As he's about to fling the belt in his hand at me, like a raised long whip, A punch suddenly burst through the air and hit him straight in the face. Jared had no time to avoid it, took a direct hit, tilted his head, and rammed into the wall. "Beast, finally showing your true colors."

Two of them started toward me, their hands already reaching for their weapons, which was understandable, because I didn't exactly look like I was there to shake hands with their master and smile. I looked like what I was: fucking pissed off and ready to spill blood. "Sir…" one of them began. "Move," I growled, not slowing down. The men exchanged a glance, debating whether to follow protocol or trust their instincts. One of them moved to stand in my way. "I'm sorry, Alpha Wrath, but you'll have to…" I grabbed the imbecile by the shirt and shoved him aside. He pitifully crashed into a stone pillar, groaning and losing consciousness.

His pack members couldn't bear to see their alpha in so much pain, so they tried to reach out, to bring him back from the brink. Big mistake. Wrath was so far gone that he didn't know the difference between his friends and his foes. He didn't realize they were his pack members. He attacked them too. They weren't strong enough to stop him, and he almost wiped out his own pack too. Until the Moon Goddess stepped in. For all the carnage he caused because of his mate, she cursed him to keep finding her, forever wrathful." "That's awful," I said in a small voice.

She raised her arms, light blooming from her chest, illuminating the battlefield in amethyst glow. The rogue army faltered, turning toward her like moths to flame. Malachi's lieutenants bellowed orders, but too late—the violet wrath unleashed. Waves of energy rolled out, flattening ranks in ripples of destruction. Rogues flew backward, bodies crumpling against trees, spines snapping like twigs. One wave hit a cluster mid-rape, the brute buried balls-deep in a captive she-wolf; energy surged through them both, her cries turning to moans as she arched, pussy clenching around him in forced climax, while he erupted inside her, body seizing before exploding in gore, coating her in hot seed and en

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"