Novelas y relatos de Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray

“Because I need someone who fits my world. You’re smart, Nova, but intelligence isn’t everything. You’re… wretched. You don’t belong in my class.” The crowd gasped, and Mandy laughed—a sharp, ugly sound that cut through the air. “Oh, poor Nova,” she cooed mockingly. “Did you really think Daniel wanted you? You? With your faded shoes and bus rides?” That was when I snapped. Before anyone could stop me, I raised my hand and slapped her. Hard. The sound echoed through the hall—and that’s where this story began. When Daniel hit me back, everything went quiet. My chest heaved. For a moment, I saw my reflection in the mirror wall behind him—tears streaking down my face, mascara running, a broken g

I am the Alpha. The corridors twisted in impossible angles, shadows crawling like living snakes. Alvar ran through them, faster than thought, stronger than steel, hungrier than any predator. Every sound was amplified, every smell piercing, every heartbeat a drum of his own bloodlust. ‘Crush. Tear. Burn. Kill. Rule. Consume.’ Another servant stumbled into him. Alvar didn’t hesitate. Hands were claws, teeth were fangs. Flesh tore, blood sprayed, the wolf inside roared. Alvar’s body twisted, spun, and slammed the next figure against the wall. Nothing remained of them but pain and chaos.

Every hit carried years of pain. “You think you’ve won?” Victor growled through clenched teeth as they wrestled. “You haven’t even begun to understand the game.” Adrian slammed him against the wall, pinning him there, his arm pressed across Victor’s throat. “I’m not playing games,” he hissed. “I’m ending them.” Suddenly, a shot rang out. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Elena screamed. Adrian froze. Victor’s eyes widened as blood bloomed across his shoulder—his own blood.

Cheers to a new word count 🥳 I am so glad that my book has progressed to this extent. Stay for more chapters. The next day, at the Wade mansion, Victoria was excessively destructive. She broke a lot of expensive ceramic vases, ruined paintings while causing a nuisance that terrified everyone in the house. Rowan and Noah had slept at the guest house since little Noah couldn't fall asleep after having a terrifying experience last night. No one has told him about Victoria's attempt to hurt Noah but ended up stabbing Chef Gladine.

Anyone who would see me now will think that I'm the biggest fan of Vaughn but I'm going to be his worst enemy and I will strike him where he would least expect it. Flashes from that night come flooding back and I clench my jaw tight. The scar on my face reflects on a nearby mirror. Seeing these scars does nothing but rub salt on my old wound. Vaughn begins to give his damned acceptance speech and I angrily stand up from the couch. I have no fucking interest in listening to whatever shit he has to say. My only interest is destroying the whole Saint-McCarthy family and I will do just that.

She stepped closer, her presence looming over me as her emerald eyes bore into mine like poison. “You’re right,” she whispered darkly. “You don’t need powers because nothing can save you this time, Grace.” Suddenly, her hand shot out, gripping my arm tightly—right where the dull ache had been tormenting me for hours. Pain flared instantly, sharp and unbearable. “Let go,” I hissed, jerking away as instinct surged within me to protect the life budding inside me. But Victoria anticipated the motion. Her delicate frame swayed violently from the force, her hands flailing as she staggered back. In the blink of an eye, she collapsed onto the chair behind her, gasping dramatically.

“So, you’re going to tell me that you had no idea what kind of mission Rex sent me on?” “I knew you’d killed people. I knew you weren’t innocent—I’ve always known that. But a book filled with names? That’s just sickening. You’re sick, Wraith. You’re messed up—fucked up in the head.” “Have you ever wondered if maybe the sick and messed-up ones are exactly your type? Have you already forgotten how many times you screamed my name while I fucked—” I slapped him hard. My whole body vibrated with fury. How dare he?

“How dare you marry my son behind my back, Victoria? I really underestimated you. In the werewolf - centered over - protective - mother - outburst and territorial - claim, this is her fury.” Thea stepped back, adopting the stance of a bystander, ready to watch the drama unfold, like a wolf observing a power struggle from the sidelines. The slap made Victoria dizzy, her body spinning in place like a willow in the wind before she collapsed into Nathan’s arms, like a weak wolf seeking protection. “Nathan…” Victoria cupped her swollen face, her tears flowing like pearls from a broken string, creating a pitiful scene, much like a wounded wolf whimpering.

I so loved watching them tear each other apart like this. But Richard stepped toward her, arms half-raised as if to calm her. “Amanda....” “Don’t you ‘Amanda’ me! You bastard!" She cut him off and shoved his chest with both hands. "I stood by you when no one else would. I swallowed my pride, I fought your battles, I made this family stand. And this is my reward? A slap in the face? A cheap little girl in my bed?” Her hand swung up fast, aiming for his cheek. But Richard caught her wrist midair and shoved her back violently.

"I had to see if my daughter was prepared." "Ready for what?" Celeste demanded. "To lead." Victoria’s gaze burned. "To take the crown I never could." "I don’t want your crown." "You already took it.Victoria pulled out her cellphone, showing information headlines. CELESTE RAVENCROFT declares warfare ON ELITE households. MYSTERIOUS heir EXPOSES worldwide CORRUPTION. "You launched the ones documents," Victoria said. "You declared yourself. the sector is looking." "I did it to keep human beings," Celeste stated.