The Wrath Of Cain Novel Novels & Stories

She was going to batter this huge man and taste his bones. But Kain was barely an ordinary alchemist. He was the nightmare himself. He was a predator. Without memory from his previous kill, he was nobody but a killer. And he had been wanting to free the land of these dangers that had slain too many people in the village for too long. The lioness spared no time for consideration of the man’s origins. It jumped at him. Kain ducks, and the lioness swivels on the dirt in a pile of fangs, talons, and dust, hitting its head on a tree. Kain only had his blade, so he moved over to the wagon and snatched his servant's spear. Dazed from the head pain, the lioness attempted to shake off unconsciousness

“Then be scared with us. Don’t carry it alone. I’m not asking for more than you can give. I just want to be here. However you need me.” I closed my eyes and let the rain wash over us. His shoulder was warm under my cheek despite the cold. For a moment the grief for my father felt a little less suffocating. The pressure of the war felt a little less crushing. Cain’s presence was different from Nico’s fire. It was steadier. Calmer. Like an anchor when everything else was spinning. We sat there until the rain started to ease. When we finally stood up, our clothes were soaked and covered in mud. Cain looked at me with sad, honest eyes.

It howled loudly in pain as I swung it away, slamming it against a rock. I heard one of it's bones snap; it seemed like he broke his spine. I approached the wolf as it watched me with fear in it's eyes, unable to attack me due to it's immobile state. "This won't take too long," I said to him and then ripped his heart out of his chest. I ended his life for good, and watched him close his eyes in death. "Wow, you took on two wolves, impressive," Caleb applauded me and he had a proud smile on his face as he approached me. He had shifted back to human already.

" I walked off without a backwards glance at anyone knowing this was really big news to everyone even my family. I kept all this to myself for five years because I wasn't ready to share my story but now I am and I have. I had just stepped out of the room when I heard River's roar and an answering one from my father and brothers. Well, not my problem anymore... *** Everyone sat with mouths wide open, tears trailing down their faces or rage bubbling in their chests. No one expected this and it hit them harder than they ever expected. How can something so perfect be ruined by the injustice of life. Paying for the consequences and sins of your leaders is really a pain in the add but that is just

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

She would be thrown into the dungeons immediately for questioning, or worse, killed. She was so young that I doubt she's had her first shift yet. I couldn't save her even if I wanted to. Saving an enemy is considered treason. And treason for an Heir is, well, a fate worse than death. “If you're a werewolf, why did you wander so far away from your people in the middle of the night?” Kalias, the High Lord of the Fireborns, asked. The girl kept her head low, her long hair hiding her face from view. She continued shivering, her teeth chattering. She didn't acknowledge the High Lord's question, which seemed to irritate him.

My chest screamed, my heart cracked and then I felt something broken inside me like chains cutting off. And the world changed,The earth trembled. The air was thick, The shadows behind the trees leaned closer, I wasn’t breathing anymore.I was burning and no one saw it, Not even him. I pushed myself to my feet, i left the circle behind and walked into the woods. The pain was so much that I collapsed on the leaves, my fingers grabbed in dirt and I felt something within me, something cold and mine ~ KILLIAN~

He hadn’t been good enough five years earlier, and now they weren’t good enough for him. Jake had money now. He had freedom. But no amount of money could buy back who he was before prison. That man was dead. Jake Savage walked into that prison, but Wrath had walked out. The name he’d earned through blood, violence, and murder. Prison had turned him into a hardened criminal, one that didn’t blink at the thought of taking a man’s life. He was a man forged in flames, forged in blood and violence. Wrath had been born out of necessity, a will to survive, and with a debt that needed to be paid.

" He stammered, scrambling for lies to cover things up. "I'm just an ordinary guy! What could I have done? I didn't want Mia to get hurt either!" An ordinary guy who could afford a villa in the suburbs. An ordinary guy driving a multi-million-dollar luxury car. An ordinary guy with a monthly income in the ten-thousands. "Kieran, have you ever heard of the saying—never provoke a mother, especially one who's lost her mind?" Dagger in hand, I cut open his shirt. Whipping out my marker pen, I drew a circle over where his kidney was. I let the tip of my blade glide along his skin, stirring a wave of shivers through his body.

YONA His eyes pierced through mine, becoming hard specks of ice as he drank me in. My feathers were ruffling in response to his scrutiny, as though trying to reassure him that it was ok. I slowly turned to fully face him, our eyes never leaving each other. Both of our hands moved to our chests, and I knew before I felt it, a soul tie, with Cain. I saw the rejection in his eyes, and felt my heart splinter at the same moment. Of course he wouldn’t be interested in fulfilling this, he had his one true love; a woman I could never compare to nor take the place of. Did I truly expect him to be happy? To fling himself into my arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear? No. Cain was a man born of vi