The Way Of Wrath Novels & Stories

I want them to pay for what they did to my wife. "Three are dead. Only the leader is left alive." Then she slipped out of the hug. "Who is he?" I ask. I want to know that idiot is. It's a sin against God, but I want that animal's life to end in my hands. I can if I will. I will make him suffer like hell in my hands until he himself ends his life. "His name is Kranky. But he's not the one you should face. It's the person who ordered him." Hatred and angry are in her eyes while saying that asshole's name.

I can’t see her in the crowd, because I know that she’s probably hiding in the back, wearing all black and her signature hoodie. “After the shift, we will all shift and join our newest wolves on a pack run!” Dad finishes. That’s when Owen and I both collapse in pain, Dakota pushing forward to shift. I feel my bones breaking and rearranging, my face morphing into a snout. All around me the others are screaming and yelling in pain, their wolves pushing forward just like Dakota. My yells soon turn into a howl, and I stand up on four legs, looking down at my pure white paws. Dakota lifts his head and howls to the moon, giving thanks to our Moon Goddess. I look over at where Owen was, and I see a

I should have stayed in my damn moving truck. Kree shook his head as he sneezed the sulfur out of his system, shattering Rhychard's thoughts of self-pity. :How came Vargas to be in the parking lot, I wonder?: Kree sent to everyone. "Damn good question," Rhychard snarled. "Didn't you tell me this couldn't happen?" This was really going to suck if they ripped his last sanctuary from him. Places of faith, whatever the religion, were usually off-limits to the creatures of the Void. That nugget of information was one of the many things they sent Tryna to teach him when the Seelie discovered they had a human as a Warrior. The battle of good and evil had a name, the Way and the Void, and it had not

There was no explosion and no roar, but the space around them began to warp and bend quietly. The wrath wrapped around Sylas churned into a frenzy and rolled toward Landon like waves. The air shrieked and crackled under the weight of it as it passed. Stone beneath their feet crumbled to powder in an instant, and even the glowing seal runes floating in the air dimmed slightly under the force. That was the accumulation of ages upon ages of malice, vengefulness, wrath, and obsession. It was a horrifying force dense enough to destroy the souls of most living things. It surged forward like a tidal wave rising from the deepest abyss, intent on swallowing Landon whole.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

Like my entire world wasn’t lying in pieces around my feet while everyone else stepped over them like it was nothing. I reached my car, opened the door, and sank into the driver’s seat. I didn’t even breathe until the door clicked shut. And when it did, when the outside noise disappeared and the car swallowed me in muted stillness, the silence slammed into me like a physical force. It pressed against my skull, my ribs, my throat, tight, suffocating, relentless. I slammed the steering wheel once. Then again. And again. “Damn it!” My voice cracked halfway. Damn it...damn it.

My neck especially kills me with aches. Two days ago, we attacked the Crystal Wolf Pack. It should have been simple. But the moment I faced their warriors, rage consumed me. Silver fire burst from me, wild and unstoppable. When it ended, twenty-three wolves lay scorched and lifeless. I hadn’t given them a chance to surrender. I hadn’t spoken a word. I had destroyed them before the fight began. “You didn’t even let them yield,” Nyra whispered, sorrow in her voice. “They would’ve fought anyway,” I answered coldly. “It was quicker.”

I lean my head back against the plush leather and exhale slowly, steadily. The jet hums under us, soft as a secret, but everything inside me is roaring. My heart. My blood. My mind. All of it was all very loud. We’re flying into war, and no one’s calling it that, but I feel it in my bones. This ain’t no being there for each other friendship bullshit trip. This is cleanup. This is confrontation. This happens when someone you call sister turns out to be a fucking traitor.

“We move at dusk. We speak the truth. We remind them that order, strategy, and careful observation will protect them better than rash vengeance ever could.” Lucien nodded, finally allowing a small glimmer of approval. “It will be done, Alpha. But… remember. Not all destruction has a culprit. Sometimes… wrath moves unseen.” I swallowed, letting the words settle. Wrath. Seen, unseen, disguised, deliberate. I had always known the Moon Goddess had her ways, her methods of teaching, of punishing, of guiding. But this… this scorched land felt personal. It felt like a question, a test, a warning wrapped in ash.

"Shut up! In this life, you killed my mother and nearly killed me. In the last life, you tortured us to death. How dare you call me vicious?" The slap filled Tricia with rage. But when she heard what I said next, her expression darkened inch by inch. "So you were reborn too? Good. That saves me the trouble of explaining." She advanced toward me step by step. "You've already hurt Nathan once. I will never allow you to hurt him again. You will kneel before him, apologize, and then clarify everything online. Otherwise, I'll make you die again." I didn't respond to her threat. Instead, I calmly dialed the police.