The Wrath Of Cain Novel Novels & Stories

He gasped for breath, his body trembling with the weight of what had just happened. But as Caitlyn held him, her heart still racing with fear and relief, the sky above them rumbled, the ground beneath their feet shaking. The First Wolf’s roar echoed across the land, a sound that sent chills down Caitlyn’s spine. The wolf was no longer just a presence in the shadows. He was awake. Caitlyn looked up at the sky, her eyes glowing white-gold, her body humming with the energy of the choice she had made. She stood tall, her grip on Raymond firm, as the storm of the First Wolf’s return began to rage around them.

He’s going to dwell here for the rest his life either way, he thinks to himself. Cain walks silently towards that boy and attacks him from behind. He pierces through his life source from behind. The boy’s face is painted in pain and dread. Cain drags the light from his heart harshly and the boy’s soul vanishes into the air. The light scatters and enters his body. Suddenly, he swings to the top of a building.

He followed moments later, his body going rigid, his groan deep and resonant as he filled me with his warmth. We lay there for a long time, the sheets tangled around us. He pulled me close, his arm draped over my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling the afterglow of the encounter, the peacefulness settling in. But the anonymous writer's words still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the fire that had been lit. I knew that I would never be the same, that the quiet, shy girl who had read the diary was gone. I was a woman who had discovered her own power, her own desires, against the backdrop of a rainy night in a strange apartment.

The transition was painful and she forced me to go through it alone. Ethan and Jacob must have known another werewolf was around by all the recent murders. I didn't mean to hurt anyone...my mind wasn't my own. Jaded by hunger and pain made me go insane. I'll never forgive myself. All those poor humans, they did nothing wrong. Most were just people working hard just to get by and still be broke at the end of the day. I never even cared if someone saw me. Blood of others covered my body; nobody noticed. In some ways, I wish they did. I wish I could've paid for what I've done.

Diedre said it should heal in time, maybe at the speed of a human’s wound, and she’d assured him he hadn’t been infected by some unmentionable flesh-eating disease. Still hurt like a bitch, though. That was all he fucking needed on top of everything else. How was he supposed to explain any of that to Layla? It wasn’t going to happen again, though. As he took his clothes off and scanned his home, the place he knew like the back of his hand, he felt Cain’s anger matching his own. There would be nothing left alive in there that wasn’t supposed to be by the time he was done. He rolled his neck and shoulders and let his beast take control. They were on the same page for now. These rogues and thei

His hand tilted her chin up, forcing her face toward him as he bent low. Cain felt his wolf howling inside him. He felt something snapped in him. “Don't you dare touch her.” His voice thundered across the room. One of the hoodlums near the doorway stepped forward to block him. He grabbed the man by the collar and shot out his hand like lightning.

I could feel his anger, guilt, and despair wafting from him in waves. I thought the moment that Celeste had drained part of our energy, that it would calm him. And temporarily it did. But the minute that the ritual was over, Cain opened his eyes only to stare right at Reign. When both Reign and Celeste screamed out in pain and fear, Cain lost it. I raced across the circle to Reign and scooped her up and laid her back down on the bed.

CHAPTER 22 CASSIAN'S POV My fingers are wrapped tightly around my glass of whiskey, as I bring it to my lips. That is the only thing that seems to keep me sane at this point. I am thinking about more than enough. And it is enough to make me run mad at the same time. There are almost a hundred files waiting for me on the table, and I cannot bring myself to even go through them. My mind is still worried about everything that is happening with Nova. The ladies of the pack are not even hiding their level of disgust towards her. They do not like her.

She smiled, “Thank you.” Just minutes later, Yahir was brought out, his entire backside, including the backs of his legs, was covered in bloody slashes. He was led to a wall, his arms spread out and wrists cuffed to the wall. His ankles restrained to the wall with his shackles. King Quincy sat in his throne and one of the warriors stepped forward to face us, “We are here to witness the execution of Yahir for the charges of murder of his mate, Sara Hart, and the attempted murder of Prince Sebastian and Princess Adele.” He turned to Yahir, “Do you have any last words?” Yahir laughed maniacally, “You can kill me but the prince and princess will still be dead. I have too many people after them.”

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"