The Wrath Of Cain Novel Novels & Stories

I struck at him again and again, pushing him backward with every hit, each one powered by rage and memories of everything he had taken from me. Chaos was thrown around us. Darius was upfront, yelling as he cut down the wolves of the enemy with ruthless ease. Cain moved with the silence of a shadow, picking off one archer after another-though an arrow had ripped his shoulder, a streak of blood rolling down his his tattered armor.

I was barely holding my ground as I held onto the hem of my mother's shirt. Cain was quick he grabbed Rachel biting her neck "Nooooooo please have mercy!" she screamed as he used his hands to rip her neck off her body dropping her parts on the broken pieces of the benches "I fucking hate traitors." This instilled fear in everyone including me who was already frightened and realized I was standing and gloating at death's door. I had actually forgotten just how cruel Cain was because he was genuinely nice to me. A vampire ran with speed towards my mother, the rain droplets from the leaking roof I hadn't noticed turned to ice and stabbed the vampire in the eye.

(Cathy pov) My name is Cathy and I am an omega as the wolves call it, wolves that are tagged omega's are usually traitors, criminals and wolves with very low social standings. I was born into wealth but that didn't last long in my life,my father was an army general, yeah 'was' he died in battle... I think his death was planned by his fellow generals. After my father died the other army general did everything they could to take all my fathers wealth and left us with nothing...we hard to struggle to get by everyday afraid of being shamed and bullied. My life isn't something interesting I have been living as an omega for as long as I can remember, my life has been really hard it isn't filled wi

Each slice of flesh they heard made them quicken their pace every second and there was deafening screams everywhere. When Mortimer looked behind him, he saw Kyra moving very fast and killing off everyone before they would even sneak into their homes. Torches were thrown in the wrong directions and it started to burn their houses down. The bloods of the people of Cinderville was sucked up into the very ground which they walked on, just as she had said and Kyra showed no mercy. They already pushed her too hard and made her embrace the side her mother had always cut her from when she was still alive. The dark side…Caitlin already foresaw the things that possessed her and she was trying to cut h

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

The wind howled through the canyon, its voice a hollow whisper against the towering blackened archway. The symbols carved into the stone pulsed like dying embers, the deep red glow sinking into the rock as though the mountain itself bled in slow, agonizing drips. Rael forced himself to stand, his fingers tightening around the book as the last traces of the Hollowed One’s wail faded into silence. His heart pounded against his ribs, the burning sensation in his mind slowly ebbing, but the weight of the encounter remained, pressing against his chest like an unshakable omen.

Time had run out. Kaelen embraced his sister once more, ruffled Marcus's hair, and strode from the chamber. His footsteps rang against stone, each one carrying him away from the morning's triumph toward an uncertain darkness. The last pure day of his life was ending. Though he didn't know it yet, Kaelen Dawnblade would never see the Eastern Marches again. Not as the man he was now. Not with his faith intact. In years to come, when bards sang of the Shadow Knight's origin, they would begin here: with a good man answering a summons, believing in justice, trusting in the Light. They would sing of how that trust was betrayed, how faith became fury, how love transformed to loss.

I crouch in front of him, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dig into my palms. “Do you even remember, Cain?” I whisper, my voice trembling with fury. “Do you remember what you took from me? My life? My child?” My wolf, Red, growls savagely in my head. End him now. Tear his throat out. Let him suffer. “No,” I hiss under my breath. “Not yet. He doesn’t deserve an easy death.” I watch him for a moment longer, my mind seething with images of his betrayal—his affair with Claire, his cold rejection of me, his hand in the murder of my child. My entire body shakes with the effort it takes to hold back.

"Whoever did this was a sadist. They cut her limbs off, one by one, with silver tools, while she was still alive. The silver kept her from healing." The patrol wolves and the few elders who'd come at the news let out furious snarls. "Sick bastards." "That poor girl. What she must've gone through…" Cain's eyes went red. Right there, in front of his pack, he swore a blood oath: those rogues would be hunted down to the last one. They'd pay for this in blood. My soul drifted overhead, numb. I watched him roar over my mutilated body. If he knew the corpse was mine, would he still be this angry? Or would he be relieved, like he'd finally gotten rid of the dead weight?

I’m confused but just as I begin to contort my face into a frown, Cain stands, reaches over, and takes the book I have placed my clasped hands on. His scent invades my nostrils and I melt internally from the slight spice I catch. There are notes of forest and pine, but underneath is something spicy. Cain flips through my book and I forget that he’s not supposed to know I was reading that book. Hell, none of them are meant to know I was reading that book, but Cain seems to intently search for something. “Should I ask for tea from the kitchens while we wait? I heard Raleigh has the best tea.”