The Wrath Of Cain Novel Novels & Stories

The wind howled through the canyon, its voice a hollow whisper against the towering blackened archway. The symbols carved into the stone pulsed like dying embers, the deep red glow sinking into the rock as though the mountain itself bled in slow, agonizing drips. Rael forced himself to stand, his fingers tightening around the book as the last traces of the Hollowed One’s wail faded into silence. His heart pounded against his ribs, the burning sensation in his mind slowly ebbing, but the weight of the encounter remained, pressing against his chest like an unshakable omen.

Time had run out. Kaelen embraced his sister once more, ruffled Marcus's hair, and strode from the chamber. His footsteps rang against stone, each one carrying him away from the morning's triumph toward an uncertain darkness. The last pure day of his life was ending. Though he didn't know it yet, Kaelen Dawnblade would never see the Eastern Marches again. Not as the man he was now. Not with his faith intact. In years to come, when bards sang of the Shadow Knight's origin, they would begin here: with a good man answering a summons, believing in justice, trusting in the Light. They would sing of how that trust was betrayed, how faith became fury, how love transformed to loss.

I crouch in front of him, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dig into my palms. “Do you even remember, Cain?” I whisper, my voice trembling with fury. “Do you remember what you took from me? My life? My child?” My wolf, Red, growls savagely in my head. End him now. Tear his throat out. Let him suffer. “No,” I hiss under my breath. “Not yet. He doesn’t deserve an easy death.” I watch him for a moment longer, my mind seething with images of his betrayal—his affair with Claire, his cold rejection of me, his hand in the murder of my child. My entire body shakes with the effort it takes to hold back.

"Whoever did this was a sadist. They cut her limbs off, one by one, with silver tools, while she was still alive. The silver kept her from healing." The patrol wolves and the few elders who'd come at the news let out furious snarls. "Sick bastards." "That poor girl. What she must've gone through…" Cain's eyes went red. Right there, in front of his pack, he swore a blood oath: those rogues would be hunted down to the last one. They'd pay for this in blood. My soul drifted overhead, numb. I watched him roar over my mutilated body. If he knew the corpse was mine, would he still be this angry? Or would he be relieved, like he'd finally gotten rid of the dead weight?

But what if I tell you about the darker things that prowl the streets at night, the very same one you walk at day, would you still feel safe if you knew about the varmints that have fangs and the other, that turns into a mindless beast with claws under a full moon, Who would you fear more? Your kind? That's more interested in what you have in your purse. Or ours? The bloodsuckers, that likes to drink straight from the source, which happens to be your veins. But without casting judgment, I must confess, I too was one of those blinded humans, yes believe or not... I was, or... So I thought. My life before the cleansing was... Overwhelming, to be honest, I was too busy trying to become the best

Sparks erupted everywhere he touched, and I couldn’t resist taking the second of calm to reach down and put my hand on his fur to reassure myself that he was alright. “You’re not the only one I can hurt. The shield may save you from my magic, but not from me. I will break you and then I will kill you.” Cain said as the rebels began closing in. Several white wolves slunk in slowly, their fur down their spines lifted, their ears were back, and their teeth were bared. Cain laughed at them before turning to Nova with a mischievous grin.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

It was a war inside him. My scar seared, white-hot, the bond pulsing so violently I had to clutch the bars of the window to stay upright. My wolf whimpered, desperate, torn between terror and an aching pull toward him. I wanted to look away. I couldn’t. The warriors circled closer again, this time with spears. They looked terrified. Not of losing Cain—but of what he might do to them if he slipped further. One made the mistake of stepping too close. Cain moved faster than my eyes could track. One moment the warrior was upright, the next he was flying across the courtyard, his body slamming into stone with a sickening crack. He didn’t rise again.

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