The Wicked Shall Not Go Unpunished Novels & Stories

"Listen, I know you all think I'm this ruthless and cold-hearted bastard, and guess what? I am. Get over it. I'm here to help and all of you are acting as if I'm going kill you. I never do nothing without a reason. Your leader was a coward to begin with. Why would he uphold such slackness without considering your feelings or the repercussions of his actions? And now I'm here to ensure you people move forward with your lives and enjoy it." They all murmured among themseleves. They seem to have understood what I was saying to them. An elderly man came forward and spoke, "Yes Alpha, we accept your help. And you're right, our own Alpha didn't even consider our feelings or the repercussions of hi

He said grimly. "Oh! I am so sorry. I hope the girl is fine." "Yeah, she is fine but shocked. Hence, I am going to punish the families of the traitor! Those wolves who turned rogue." My mouth opened in surprise. "But they weren't involved. Why would you punish innocent family members?" He ran his hand through his hair, "to set an example. So that others refrain from following them." "It's still unfair," I said, folding my arms. "My word is the law. I decide what is fair and what's unfair." He retorted.

Seeing the doctor at work, his mind trailed to his bestfriend, Scott. Since Celine was alive, what's the need keeping him in the wicked pit. "Release Scott at once," to ordered and the two guards standing behind him left immediately. The wicked pit is a very dangerous pit, he had heard about how cruel it can be. Since he became an alpha of his pack, he had not had the need to throw anyone inside the wicked pit. He gives lesser punishment to people who disobey his commands. No one had rebelled against him and his reign in the past so he had not had any reason to throw anyone there.

Hakkon and Aslaugh Apollo’s Wolves - Murder, cold, written like fingernails that splintered off under weirwood, through fairy stones, see witch's mark. Only a deal with the Devil speaks truth. Death's gall she wrote, death's sword she spoke. And the haints were close, and the bells closed in, and that wicked pianoman with his smuggler's fingers plinked out a melody like a shatterglass rain of pain. Wicked is she who writes, wicked is she who speaks. He would have her tongue cut out and mouth sewn with filth.

“And for what they did, I think being banished is enough.” I still don’t know what to feel about that punishment, in all honesty. I think it’s inhumane to banish someone right at the rogue wolves, who were known for their cruelty. On the other hand, a cold-blooded murder over someone you owe a debt is also inhumane.

It was about my mother as well. The sins of the father shall be visited on the sons, it is said. In my case, it was the sins of the mother. “What should her punishment be?” They asked the pack members standing as one behind me. “What should the punishment of this killer be?” “Death!” came the responsive cries. “Let death be her punishment!” One of the elders shook his white head. “Banishment. Let her be banished and exiled from the pack.” “A rogue?” People began to whisper. “She's to become a rogue?”

Being pregnant out of wedlock is still frowned upon by many, an unchaste lady was likely to be shunned, called by disparaging names and considered undesirable for marrying an eligible husband, in the human perfect sense. While in their condition, falling for a monster like him is already unacceptable for both humans and their tribe’s crazy rule, having a brood or spawning children from the union is considered a crime and punishable by burning at the stake, stoning to death, hanging or beheading and other dead sentence punishment reinforced by the cruel and unjust people. The world had just gone mad. And this century posed no difference from the previous millennium. “Please come back to me, m

To give her the night she would never forget her whole life. A night darker than darkest. The night a soul was killed and the only hope of her was snatched. Sometimes you don't need to have a fault to be punished. It's just a wicked game of fate. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians Do comment and share your thoughts. Spread the purple heart.

Lilith's malicious grin widened as she relished the anticipation of my impending punishment. This twisted game of revenge and cruelty had just started, and I prepared for the storm ahead. Fear ran through me, but beneath it, a determined fire sparked. I wouldn't let her break me. I had to endure this unfair punishment and protect my son, now caught up in the pack's complicated politics.

"Take it easy at the curb." I cupped her face and stroked my thumbs against her cheeks, tracing the dried tears with my lips and tasting the salt. I fought to focus on applying pressure to her wound and keeping her limp body from bouncing. Vengeance clawed at me. Killing those vile princes wasn't enough to quell the burning rage that consumed me. If Penny didn't survive because of all the blood she was losing, I'd raze the king's palace and leave nothing standing.