Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray Novels & Stories

“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

I immediately ran back to the apartment to find that the black hounds had surrounded Richard. I felt my body tense up as the black hounds emerged, their eyes filled with rage. They were trained werewolf assassins, and they outnumbered us two to five. My husband and I fought hard, but it wasn't enough. Richard mind-talked to me, telling me to take our daughter Daciana and run. I refused at first, continuing to fight alongside him. But one of the hounds pounced on him, pushing him aside and dashing toward the back door where the car was parked. I ran after him, fighting with all my might, but I was already severely injured and getting weaker.

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.

I replied in irritated tone and freed myself from Kabir hold and got down without any further words, mercifully Kabir didn’t put on fight with me while I stormed out of his car and straight inside my house. Once inside my house, I walked all the way towards my kitchen, I so badly wanted to cry my heart out but I wasn’t ready to shed a single tear on my past…. I was no longer that weak Aarohi who would just cry on her problems, I am Victoria and all I want is to make knight family lose everything like they made me lose everything…. I want to take down Knight empire… which won’t be limited to just their wealth, but I want to tarnish their so call reputation, their pride.. I want to turn their

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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.

For the first time, I realized that when anger reaches its peak, laughter can slip out unbidden. She even turned the blame on me. "You're just jealous that I treat Nathan well, so you bullied him in school. Now, you're smearing him online. I've never seen anyone more vicious than you!" I had had enough of her twisting black into white. My hand lashed out, striking her across the face. "Shut up! In this life, you killed my mother and nearly killed me. In the last life, you tortured us to death. How dare you call me vicious?"

Not before I dragged these two monsters who had abandoned their patient and killed my mother-in-law straight to hell. Something inside me snapped loose. I surged up with a strength I didn't know I had, flinging them off me and stumbling back. Andrew regained his footing, gripping the blood-slick bat. "You still dare fight back? I'll beat you until you're begging on your knees. Maybe then you'll stop stirring up trouble with my mom." I braced myself against the wall, trembling, blood spilling from the corner of my mouth. They moved toward me again. I laughed, low at first, then louder, the sound sharp and jagged.

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.