Romans & histoires The Wrath Of Cain Novel

And then - the doors crashed open. The sound was so sudden, so violent, that the entire hall flinched. Heads snapped toward the entrance. A figure stood silhouetted against the torchlight, shoulders heaving, boots caked with mud and blood. Cain. He was alone. His armor was dented, his cloak torn, his face streaked with dirt and something darker - dried blood that was not his own. His eyes, those cold grey stones that had once pinned Thea to the floor of his chamber, were wild. Not cold. Not calculating. Wild. Like a wolf that had lost its mate and was tearing through the world in search of her.

Nova Quinn The fire was gone by morning, but the scorch marks stayed. So did the whispers. The news spread faster than I could stop it — the wolfless girl burst a car into flames with her hands. There were a few different versions floating around, of course. In one I was possessed. In another, I was some kind of elemental witch. My favourite? That I’d gone “heat-crazy” after being rejected by an Alpha and combusted from heartbreak. Please.

she shouted at Cain, taking out the last inch of her anger on him finally. Cain, whose face was slightly tossed, because of her hit, clenched his jaw and palms. She fucking dared to hit him and in front of so many people which didn't go welcomed by his negatively misogynist self. “How fucking dare you?” Gritting his teeth, Cain turned his head in her direction whereas Nina flinched badly when she saw him raising his fist at her. She shut her eyes and covered her face to save herself from his hit but before she could feel the pain of his hit, Nina found herself getting pulled back. Her body got trapped into that familiar warmth of that person's embrace.

I glared at her before turning my attention back to the king. "If I—" King Zion started. "I found something from your mate!" I blurted quickly, cutting the king off mid-sentence, lifting the novel for him to see. The moment his eyes fell on it, I swear they softened for a bit before they turned dark. Even without my wolf, I could feel the temperature shift and become cold. He approached, his eyes narrowing into slits. I took a step backward, my legs buckling and hands shaking as I attempted to open the pages and show him the letter before he wrapped his hand around my neck.

The doors burst open. Tracey came through first, her blonde hair matted with dirt and something dark. Behind her, two dire wolves in human form carried Cain on a stretcher between them. His massive frame looked wrong like this. Mangled. His shirt had been torn away, and a jagged wound ran diagonally across his chest, the skin around it blackened as if scorched from the inside. "Get him on the table," the head healer barked. "Now." Tracey stumbled as she moved alongside the stretcher, her hand locked around Cain's wrist. One of the healers tried to guide her away and she shoved him off with surprising force.

I collapsed on the bed, groaning. "What do you think will happen to Saoirse and Barry," I asked softly. "They'll be fine. It's us we should be worried about. The whole bizarre prophecy thing? Oh, and that little part about Wrath being the one to start the persecution of witches? I don't think we're safe here." I tried to sit up. "Did you know?" Cassian sighed. "That Wrath can be a homicidal maniac? Yes. That he singlehandedly spearheaded the hunting and slaughtering of an entire race? No."

"After my dad ascended, he did some bad things." "But it was to defend your sister, right," I asked. He nodded. "Claire, isn't like me or the twins. She is kind of like you. She's a hybrid, half vampire and half werewolf. When she discovered her power things got messy and Kylen stepped in to help but he wasn't exactly in the right state of mind. He massacred the council of vampires back in his hometown," Cassian explained, gauging my expressions. "Oh." So I've been sleeping soundly with a ripper in the house for a while now. Wow, why didn't this change my view of him?

Wrath looked down at Caiden and said, “Caiden, I am truly disappointed in you. I cannot fathom why the Moon Goddess sent you to be my son when you are this useless. Instead of keeping yourself invisible and out of my sight, you cause so many problems that makes me wonder if you need to continue living when I can feed your portion of food to your siblings.” “No papa that is not true. I swear I will be good from now on please, I do not want to be like this anymore, I will try harder to meet your expectations as a son!” Caiden screamed but they could not hear him. A growl erupted from Wrath’s throat making the others growl then they all attacked Caiden fiercely. Caiden watched in horror as his

It had to be Kellina’s joy sweeping over all of us as her emotions got away from her. After watching and allowing almost every single red wolf to approach her, our Alpha Braun made his typical grunting noise loudly enough for Kellina to turn to him and nod acknowledging him. Braun nodded back and then looked at Athena. I too took her in and saw Athena’s slender figure and fiery green eyes with her long, beautiful fire-red hair going down to her bottom. I felt something inside stirring and my wolf was desperate, but I brushed it off. “Crimson Priestess, has the Red Crescent Pack made their decision?” Kellina looked over at the elderly woman and held her hand then spoke to them all whispering

Caierre staggered. The wolf roared. The sound exploded through his skull like thunder. He nearly collapsed. The clearing blurred. The soldiers immediately reacted. Several raised their weapons. Others stepped backward. Morwen remained perfectly still. The pain intensified. Caierre squeezed his eyes shut. Memories flashed through his mind. Not his memories. Someone else's. Blood. Screaming. Chains. A massive black wolf thrashing against restraints. Silver symbols carved into stone. Voices chanting. Magic. Darkness.