The Wrath Of Cain Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cazriel's POV I slammed the heavy wooden door shut with a thunderous crash, the lock snapping into place like a cage door. The echo hadn’t even faded before Riven’s body betrayed him completely. The ugly fight with my mother, the thick waves of fear rolling off him — it was the final breaking point. His heat, already vicious, detonated into something feral and unstoppable because he was trapped with the Alpha who had fucked that pup into his belly.

After Vivienne's brazen confession, Cain didn't immediately lay a hand on her. He looked at her in absolute silence for several seconds. The way he looked at her—it was as though he were seeing her for the very first time. After a long pause, Cain finally spoke. His voice was very quiet. He began listing her crimes, one by one. "In the kitchen, you deliberately burned your own hand. Then you framed Wren without hesitation." "You prepared a bowl of diluted wolfsbane. You looked me in the eye and told me it was a detox remedy."

His charred flesh crackled under the flames, and his left arm was severed, leaving him gravely injured and on the verge of collapse. "Wow, Chase, you're amazing!" Quinn cheered excitedly. Cain, the head of the Welches family and a figure of immense authority, was brought to his knees. News of this would undoubtedly send shockwaves across the land. "You brat! How dare you harm me?" Cain's hair was disheveled as he roared in rage. "Your entire bloodline must pay for this!" The next moment, he pulled out a pill and swallowed it. "Huh? A healing elixir?" Chase raised an eyebrow.

Trace is sitting in his swivel chair, appreciating the view of the night lights of the city, where the building he owned is the biggest and tallest in the city. Sipping the brandy, celebrating a new success that he has lately. A self-made billionaire, reaching his dreams while he is on the verge of falling apart, but now he achieve his dreams. He feels that everything he wants is at his hand, except one woman from his past. When he finally dares to open the folder, he read all the information carefully, and can't hide his disappointment.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

I cried even as I raged inside, making fists around the fabric of his T-shirt while my demon howled and Shaylee softly wept. So. Not. Fair. When I pulled away at last, snuffling, I accepted the wad of tissues Liam shoved into my hands. I blew my nose noisily before dropping into the seat Sassy vacated. I scooted sideways and retrieved the book he'd been reading, not wanting to damage it, especially after how kind Liam was being. Wouldn't do to ruin one of his prized books. The red cover of the demon raising tome felt odd in my hands. It was only then, staring down at the fine pores in the texture of the material I really knew what I was holding.

Grace pulled away, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen, desire still humming through her. Ryan’s fists were clenched. He looked like he’d rather kill them both than walk away. “She’s a liar,” he growled. “She’s my wife.” “No,” Cain said, pulling Grace against him again. “She’s mine until I’m done with her.” Before Ryan could lunge, two of Cain’s guards stepped between them. He was pushed back—humiliated, furious. But not defeated. “I’ll burn you to the ground,” he hissed, storming out.

“Tortured. Held for days. Weeks, maybe. I don’t even know. I was drugged a lot. Beaten. Broken.” His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed on. “I survived it. But I never came back from it.” And for the first time in years, the door he kept bolted shut creaked open, just an inch. And that inch? It was everything. Carmen's POV Carmen walked down the sleek marble hallway of the firm's downtown office building, her heels clicking with each step, but the confident sound didn’t match the chaos inside her mind. Crandon’s words from earlier in the week still lingered in her thoughts, sticky and stubborn, refusing to leave her alone. She hadn’t told anyone. Not even her therapist.

I'm starting to regret running to my brother for help. Turns out Daniel Blake is not our real dad. My mother was cheating on him throughout their marriage. Our father is Cain, a hybrid that holds a grudge against werewolves because of how they treat him because he is a hybrid. Looking at the many cars and men that come here escorted by armed guards tells me there are many people involved in all this planned annihilation of all werewolves. I heard that they want to make them a national security threat so the government will have no choice but to break their treaty of peace with the werewolves and hunt all of them, their relationship is already rocky

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o