The Way Of Wrath Novels & Stories

Yet to the citizens, to the disciples, to the foreign dignitaries who had never stood beneath such wrath, it was apocalyptic. Raiden Stormcaller, mistress of thunder herself, leapt into the storm. Her tattoos pulsed as if alive, her body crackling with lightning. She raised her hands to the clouds and with arms wide open, she drew in the tribulation lightning, redirecting it into herself., her voice booming, “Submit to me!” She dragged at the clouds with all her will, pulling the majority of the storm’s wrath into herself. Arcs of white thunder coiled around her like serpents, absorbed into her veins. Still, thirty per cent slipped through. Bolts lanced the arena floor, scorching stone, leav

As soon as his hips are flush up against Blade, Wrath only allows him a few short moments to get used to his invasion before he pulls his hips back and then thrusts them forward again. Wrath does this again and again, slowly increasing his thrusts faster, harder and deeper. Blade struggles against him as the pain turns to pleasure, Wrath soon lets out a groan mixed with a hiss, slamming his cock deep inside Blade once more as his release explodes shooting pulse after pulse of his seed inside him. When his cock stops pulsing he pulls out, quickly pulling Blade up and turning him so that as they both straighten Wrath grabs Blade’s hair pulling his head to the side and sinking his fangs into th

She was magnificent in her flames and sparks flew all around her. Wayne raised an eyebrow as she growled at him. Her heat reached to him and his chill spread out to mix with it. The mix of heat and chill spread wide in waves. “Let's get this done and over with,” Wayne stated and attacked. The Firewolf wasn't caught off guard as she had also lunged towards him. They clashed, and a loud bang clapped back into the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder across the clouds.

Their blades screamed each time they clashed, shockwaves blasting through the crater and sending Norma and the knights flying backward. My eyes burned as I chanted. The summoning mark on my skin flared again. The Warden snarled, voice shaking the sky. “You will not undo the seal! The dead belong to me!” “No,” I said, blood running down my temple. “They belong to justice.” With that, I thrust my staff into the earth, unleashing the stored storm within me. The lightning danced. It split the sky. Struck the Warden. For a second, he screamed. The Rift quaked. The volcano cracked again. The shadows writhed in agony.

As I settled back into my throne, a low laugh bubbled up from deep within my throat; It was long, gathering, growing. A hymn of dark madness and joy. It echoed against the walls until the very stones trembled with fear. They thought they'd broken something, No. They'd let loose the Wrath of Azure. Let the world behold the fury of Azure, let the heavens grow dark with my wrath.

Mara sucked the blood that was coming out of her lips because she bit it hard enough to make it bleed and it somehow calmed her down. Just when she was about to get off her bed, someone kicked which threw her from her bed to the balcony. The spell of time surrounding her came undone and when she opened her eyes to lash out to whoever kicked her, her bloodlust decreased as she stares at the furious demon in front of her. Wrath's wings are flaming black and purple while he's holding a sword made of dark energy and electricity. Without a word, Wrath swung his sword with a goal to at least chop off a finger.

I smirked at the idea that dawned inside my head. You just wait, Iram. I am sorry that it has to be this way. You are going to be the receiver of our wrath because of your father's sins. I will make sure his soul will beg me to spare you. ***** The soldiers already lined up and started to march outside the fortress. They soon shifted into their wolf forms. They howled in unison to declare war against our brothers. We are all determined. We will end the Reign of Wrath. Iram's Wrath.

Her every step becomes an echo of thunder, quaking the ground below. With the ferocity of a tempest, she charges toward the source of her rage. Each strike is imbued with the combined force of love and vengeance, her movements graceful yet lethal. The surrounding enemies falter, their terror apparent as they catch glimpses of the unleashed blue wolf, a symbol of untamed power.

I asked Wrath, "Do you think we can talk him down?" Wrath asked, I could feel the misery washing through him and knew he wanted to destroy the fuckers who had taken her, but like me, he was denying himself that rage because the pack came first! And an impulsive Alpha resolved on revenge would only destroy everything we had worked for. "Really? 'If anyone hurts her but me! I will bathe in their blood and hang their bodies from the fucking gates!'" I uttered, quoting my brother's earlier words. "I don't know what we are going to do!"

Feral. “I won’t let you hurt her.” The she-wolf hissed, eyes flashing with anger. Chloe was off of him in a flash, standing above him with an angry frown and naked skin speckled with dirt and dried blood from running through the wilderness. In that moment she looked wild and untameable. She was the goddess of the wilderness and nature. She didn’t seem to care about how exposed she was or about the biting wind that blasted against her skin like a thousand knives. If things were different Lucas would have marvelled at how beautiful his mate was but all he could think about was making sure no one else got hurt and in the back of his mind, fearing Chloe wouldn’t recover from this.