Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I was the architect. I killed your line, little queen, one by one, watching each generation fall. Because your power threatens the natural balance. Royal wolves tip the scale too far toward light, toward hope. The world needs its darkness." Rage surged through me like molten metal in my veins. Images flashed behind my eyes, Marcus's calculated betrayal that had nearly destroyed me, Victoria's poisonous lies that had cost so many lives, Kai's death in my arms as his blood stained the snow. Every loss, every moment of grief and fury, burned through my soul like brands. Each one traced back to him, to this ancient evil that had orchestrated my suffering from the shadows I breathed, understand

Jaxon gritted his teeth but didn’t scream, his pride refusing to give their mother the satisfaction. The punishment wasn’t for disobedience—it was for making the game dull. Each lash landed with brutal precision, echoing through the cold stone chamber like thunder. Blood began to bloom through the fabric of Jaxon’s shirt, dark red seeping across his back in angry lines. Yet he didn’t cry out—not once. His jaw clenched, his fists tightened, but he bore it with a twisted sense of pride, as if the pain proved his worth. Dorian stood silently, watching. Not out of concern, but out of quiet observation. This was their world—where affection came in the form of punishments, and love was measured by

“I am the consequence you never saw coming.” Luther’s gaze darkened, his body shifting ever so slightly, and she knew—he was preparing to strike. But he was too late. Victoria moved first. One second, she was standing still, the next, she was on him, her claws colliding with the steel of his blade, the force of their impact sending a shockwave through the air so powerful the wolves around them staggered back. She could hear them—the sharp inhales of the enforcers, the stunned silence of the High Council’s warriors who had never seen one of their own pushed back before.

As the door slammed behind her, the Caldwells looked at each other, dread creeping into their bones. Because they hadn’t just lost their company. They had unleashed something far worse. A storm named Victoria. And she wasn’t just angry. She was dangerous. Because when envy turns to hatred… Even blood can be weaponized. Victoria’s heels clicked violently against the polished marble as she stormed out of the Caldwell estate, fury radiating from her like wildfire. Her vision blurred with a toxic cocktail of humiliation, betrayal, and deep, marrow deep resentment.

“F*ck, you’re gorgeous, the most gorgeous Omega I’ve ever f*cking seen.” Ariadne almost loses herself in it, the feel of Victor’s weight on her, the cool of the desk on her back. She wants it, so desperate for a crumb. But something about all of this tastes cheap. Furious wolf strength floods Ariadne’s blood. The Omega comes to her senses, punching Victor hard in the gut before kneeing him in the balls. Victor falls over onto the rug with a pained grunt, giving Ariadne enough time to right herself.

“You had Viktor murdered like a stray in an alleyway, Caterina almost DIED because of your meddling and Nikolai was tortured for MONTHS on end. Don’t you fucking give me that ‘I’ve done nothing’ bullshit!” I have never in my life seen Kai snap like this and I almost take a step back because I can feel his rage from here. He’s every inch the Wolf God right now. Vanya starts to cry, but Kai remains unphased. “Please, I am trying to atone for my sins!” she cries, grabbing at Kai’s hand but he digs his claws deeper. “You’ll atone for your sins in death,” Kai says like a badass and gestures for Nikolai to hand him something. Something resembling an aged old dagger, literally a piece of glass and

Trace is sitting in his swivel chair, appreciating the view of the night lights of the city, where the building he owned is the biggest and tallest in the city. Sipping the brandy, celebrating a new success that he has lately. A self-made billionaire, reaching his dreams while he is on the verge of falling apart, but now he achieve his dreams. He feels that everything he wants is at his hand, except one woman from his past. When he finally dares to open the folder, he read all the information carefully, and can't hide his disappointment.

One she had only felt for someone in the past; her roommate last session, Chloe. Nora's eyes thinned in anger as she watched Trisha. “I was only trying to be friendly, you know, but since you asked ‘so what?’, I'm gonna show that to you.” Trisha's hand encircled her wand even tighter like a cobra round a prey. She wasn't going to back out from a fight. Especially not this. “I can't wait to see what you have to do,” she replied sarcastically. Nora didn't say anything else. She stood up from her bed and furiously marched out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her.

--- The ambush came swift. Flame-walkers rose from the cliffs—wolves twisted by Veyrus’s magic, their eyes alight with burning symbols. They struck with claws like molten steel and moved as if they felt no pain. Jaxon and Kade engaged immediately, driving back the first wave. Racheal surged forward, Ashweaver burning in her grip. She struck the priest first. Their blades clashed in a hiss of flame and steel. He moved with inhuman grace—his magic pouring from his hands like living fire, trying to melt through her armor.

Three slaps, one after another, shattered the five-year marriage of Jacob Cooper and Amanda Guldner. Jacob's hair turned gray overnight due to Amanda's cruelty. Jacob had always believed that the love he shared with his wife was mutual. But then the truth came out. She slapped him three times in a row and forced him to apologize, right there in the hospital room, to the man who had once saved her life. All because that man had saved her once. Yet in his wife's eyes, Jacob had somehow become a twisted, violent psychopath. When Jacob asked for a divorce, she threatened to stick him with his dying mother's medical bills. That night, he closed his hand around her throat and pinned her aga