The Wrath Of Cain Novel Novels & Stories

I then go to the related shelves and recover a good ten or so before settling down to go through them in more detail. I sit down at a table a little away, not wanting people to see the nature of my research. What will I discover? The first book I discover is an old ancient book. I feel a little ridiculous, I was eager to study these legends for my class, but not to connect them to real creatures. Am I going mad? I summon my courage and take a deep breath before opening the book. I skim through several chapters scanning through the information. Werewolves, zombies, witches, shamans... Nothing matches. I won't get dishearted! I'm sure to find something!

Cain screamed, dropping his empty gun onto the floor as his bones began to snap and shift. Cain’s body swelled, his muscles bulging as his beast pushed forward. Fur erupted across his skin, his jaw elongating into a massive snout filled with long white fangs. Within seconds, a massive gray wolf stood in the doorway, letting out a loud growl that vibrated the floorboards. Romeo raised his handgun over the edge of the mattress, pulling the trigger three times in fast succession. The lead bullets dug straight into the gray wolf’s shoulder and chest. Cain let out a painful howl, but the bullets did not slow him down. The beast lunged straight over the big bed, his front claws extended as he aime

I stood abruptly and entered the house, not bothering to wait to hear what else Alpha Callan had to say. ALPHA CALLAN POV I watched as Raina stormed away, back in to the packhouse. I was still fuming, but I really couldn’t figure out why. Every time I thought about another man being with her or touching her caused my wolf to respond. Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?

Eden Grace Eden’s face turned pale as ash, as soon as she saw the news on the tv. It was him! Cassian Blackthorn! The infamous eldest grandson of the legendary Blackthorn pack! The future ruler of the most powerful werewolf clan in the continent. To add, Cassian was also Jake’s cousin. And the boy she had a terrible history with back in school days. While Jake was the Blackthorn family’s golden boy, well-mannered and well respected among humans and werewolves, his cousin Cassian was everything Jake wasn't.

Even while I was deep in Zephyr and Lyla’s story, those two kept nagging at me. I would be writing a scene for Bride of Wrath, and suddenly a single line of dialogue between Troy and Athena would play in my head. That one line would grow into a scene, and before I knew it, an entire chapter was forming! They refused to stay quiet until I promised them their own story, which, by the way, I’ve already started working on. Their book is called Loving the Madman, and it’s darker, more obsessive, but also deeply romantic. I can’t wait for you to read it.

“I swear to God if you don’t open this—” “Shut. Up.” Cain’s voice slices through the room. I flinch. Not because of him. Because I’ve never heard someone sound that angry before about me. There's silence for a while before evil Natalia laughs from outside the door. “You’re choosing her? That pathetic little—” Cain rises to his feet, so suddenly I grab his wrist instinctively. My fingers barely circle it but it's enough to stop him. His entire body is vibrating with rage beneath my touch. “She could’ve drowned,” he says quietly, staring at the door.

If killing her is going to kill, I am ready for it now. But I am never going to forgive her. Vengeance is so sweet, that if you taste it once, you can never stop it from claiming your heart, soul and body. And I, Cain Reyes - The King of all Werewolves is an addict to Vengeance. I am going to kill Miracle even if it kills me too.

“YOU. WILL. NOT. TALK. TO. MY. MOTHER. LIKE. THAT!” I shove every ounce of anger into my voice. He flinches. His eyes go wide in fear. My aura slams into him like a tidal wave as Cain merges fully with me. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” His body quivers in terror. The shift between me and Cain is complete. We are one now. “Open your mouth!” I command. He obeys without hesitation. I ram the pipe down his throat and pour the wolfsbane water in. His body goes rigid. He gurgles, convulsing violently as the poison burns him from the inside out.

“What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?” Harold remained silent as he thought of an answer. By the time they got to the foot of the stairs, he had come up with one already. “There's an increased amount of pressure on us to succeed in everything we do,” Harold said. “Woah! That must be awful,” Chloe exclaimed. “Yes, it is,” Harold confirmed. “Did you see that student? The blonde that was crying?” “For half a second, yeah. Why'd you ask?” “If he was the pup of an Alpha, him crying is one of the greatest ways he could disgrace his family and even, clan.”

He will not have any memories until he falls deeply in love, and then all the memories will return. The witches are jumping for joy, that the woman he seems to be attracted to is a wolf. He will be in love with a wolf when he finds out all the atrocities he has done to their kind. They knew that once he felt genuine pain, he would feel remorse and must live with it for the rest of his life. This was a just punishment that he could not escape. The next morning, the sun shone through the windows, blinding Noah as he opened his eyes for the day. There weren't any curtains, and the shades had never been closed.