The Wrath Of Cain Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Oh, by the way, I'd like to invite you to check out some of my other books: I Kissed My Boss, Book 1; The Love of an Invisible and The fate of the rejected alpha, book 1; In particular, I urge you to check out the third title, where there's a whole new world of werewolves, which I've worked hard to create. I'll leave one of the chapters for yous: A Thief: A THIEF WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE A THIEF The sounds of many voices mingling with each other awakes Bloodstain from the first peaceful sleep she had in her entire life. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands and takes a few seconds to make her vision focus on the image of two humans in front of you, a male and a female. "Ah, so final

“Did I, or did I not, warn you to keep your filthy hands off the new staff?” “Mr. Red,” Cain stammered, his face instantly draining of color. He dropped his grip on my arms, his voice shaking violently. “I... why are you down here? I was just—” Before Cain could even finish his sentence, Mr. Red blurred. A sickening, loud crack echoed through the cellar as Mr. Red grabbed Cain by the throat and threw him completely across the room. Cain’s massive body crashed into the stone wall with a heavy thud, shattering a shelf of wine bottles.

She needs her head in the game if she doesn't want to land her ass in jail along Maddy and Emily. Nathan was her past, a past that she can't include in her future because she was afraid of commitment. Jes had just learned to fly she doesn't want a relationship to clip her wings~ ****** NEW BOOK CHASED BY A DRAGON KING Beware of the Ruler Of The Skies~ He can turn your bones into Ashes with the Moondust that he holds in his lungs and fire in his eyes. The descendants of the Gods, the King of the Dragons~ Females melt just by his single brilliantly blazing gaze but the heart of the King Of Dragons had always sought a female he did not know the name of.

Caine resisted as he instigated the pain from the wound in his hand and allowed it to fill him with raw anger. Opening his eyes, Caine looked out to see the many forms of Delmar’s Ravennites, and he could tell they were staring right back at him. He tensed every muscle in his body, allowing the pain and hate to course through his spirit as he did everything in his power to extinguish the last faint sparks of any remorse he may have been harboring.

The smell of burning flesh was beginning to make all of them sick. Yvayn had never been exposed to the horrors of war and now he was in the middle of a war, one, which nobody knew was being fought. He was getting dizzy when he turned toward his father in disgust. As he did so, he noticed several more victims that had been dismembered with a very sharp weapon. Blood was still running down the gutters and spilling into the streets. The five friends stared at each other in disbelief. Yvayn began to get noticeably sick from the smell of burning flesh and fresh blood. Termâs and Velsusi led him to a rock and sat him down. The old wizard reached into his cloak and pulled out a vile and opened it.

A shadow materialized before her, voice dripping with flattery. "Miss Vivienne, how may I serve you?" Vivienne jabbed a finger at our backs, her eyes vicious. "Those two dared to humiliate me. Make them suffer." Cain understood immediately. A dark grin spread across his face. "Don't worry. My family has guarded this mountain for generations. Every plant here answers to me." Cain was the offspring of a werewolf and a witch — an anomaly among wolves, but one who possessed abilities far beyond any ordinary werewolf.