Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray Novels & Stories

the lies, the hatred I had carried toward Darius, the seal, and the way my uncle had always seemed to know exactly what to tell me whenever I doubted him. “It's time I rule this empire! I've been working so hard for it for years now. It is my turn,” he said, and at that moment, I couldn't hold in my anger anymore. My wolf roared inside me, and an unimaginable surge of energy rushed through my body. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, my hands curled into fists, and before I could think about what I was doing, I kicked the door open with enough force to make it slam against the wall.

“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?

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.

"It is the key to getting your revenge. What measure of might have you really got? He motioned for her to make the first move. The laxity of Anna's heavy swing gave Lucian a lot of options to exploit, but he chose the peaceful path of stepping out of harm's way. Anna's obvious destination was the ground due to the overwhelming weight of the sword. "And the Gamma wolves had their way with the poor girl who sought revenge." Lucian teased but with a blank expression on his face. "What a wonderful, pleasant ending, don't you think?" It was his second rhetorical question of the evening, and she wasn't having any of it. Still maintaining her silence, she observed all his movements and his entire d