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I stood up and smiled widely, “My bear, Willow, just told me a way to combine a couple of my powers. I’m going to the back yard for a bit.” I left my plate where it was and ran out to the back yard. I asked Willow, “So, how do I do this?” She laughed, “Just make a bunch of spears and make a few daggers too. I’ll tell you how to do it after that is done.” I stood next to the house and made ten spears and ten daggers then asked Willow, “Do I go in the house now?” She replied, “Yes. I don’t want anyone seeing you do this.” I walked back into the house and looked out the window. Willow instructs, “Now, I want you to look into the wood line behind the house. Do you see the red eyes?” I looked clo

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong. Wrath… it makes me do a lot of things. I thought I was betrayed by the only woman that I loved and the only thing that can help me to live my life is to resort in wrath. I let myself to be consumed, in wrath so I can have a will to live my life but the same wrath makes me do things that I regret, do things that is unacceptable. Looking at her right now, tears formed in my eyes. It wasn’t tears of wrath or agony but tears of joy while watching the love of my life walking down the aisle. Clearly smiling behind the veil that slightly covers her face. Her gown is beautiful but the one wearing it is bey

So for now I just watch as I am useless to her. I notice exactly when H gives partial control over to Wrath his hits become harder and slightly faster and his eyes get that tinge or red in them but I also notice that Scarlett's have changed slightly as well her eyes are no longer her natural colour but have both red and gold in them; I guessed her wolf and vampire have joined in the fight.

Anyway, it's the skills that will allow a warrior to win a battle with honor but it’s the attitude that will allow a human to live its life with pride. If she could teach Fahazi to become a fine young lad, she couldn’t be happier to share every bit of knowledge that she had. Speaking of knowledge, Raeya saw the book that Fahazi used to hit her head with. She recognized the title of the book written in golden and sparkling letters which read Hidden Hearts. It was one of the books of Hearth that weren’t burned and eradicated. The other books of Hearth that contained the researches and spells of the scientists, now turned conjurers, were gone. Each data was deleted as ordered by the Triad becau

It was a calculated insult, specifically designed to wound his Alpha pride and create the opening I desperately needed to escape. His hand closed around my wrist like an iron shackle before I could take two steps. "We are not done talking, Seraphine." The moment his bare skin touched mine, the entire world exploded around us. Lightning raced up my arm, setting absolutely every nerve ending on fire. The mate bond slammed into place with the devastating force of a freight train, stealing my breath completely and short-circuiting my brain. My wolf, who had been dormant and quiet for hours, suddenly howled inside my mind with recognition and desperate, overwhelming want.

I grew out my nails into claws, light gold fur sprouting out from my arms. In an instant, I had more than enough strength, more than enough speed, and certainly enough rage to utterly destroy anything that dared threaten my family. Being a member of this family, being a Wrath, meant you always had to be prepared. Many wolves coveted the title of the strongest pack in the territory. They'd never stop trying to claim it. And now… now that we had a family, they had something more to come after. Before, it had been just me. Now, there were two little lives sleeping upstairs, innocently unaware of the dangers lurking outside our walls. And that knowledge burned through me with a fierceness I hadn

His clenched fists ached, but his spirit held firm—unbroken by blood or battle. Deep within Rathbone Manor, Jeremy’s rage was a living fire. Each setback only fanned the flames of his darkest magic. He marshaled every ounce of power left, drawing on forbidden rites and ancient forces. He whispered twisted incantations, hourglass sand slipping fast. His eyes glowed with cruel light as he prepared new, darker weapons to unleash on those who dared defy him. His vow thundered in silence: none would escape his wrath. The pack would bow or burn. The war had erupted into its mightiest and most savage phase.

Rowan wanted Violet, he wanted to kidnap her and steal what belonged to me. “You chose the wrong fucking day to play games with me, Moretti," I growled to the empty room, pulling a fresh, black button-down shirt over my shoulders. I left the top two buttons undone, not caring about protocol. I didn't back down from wars; I finished them. Ten minutes later, I tore through the gates of the Greco compound. The sight of it alone reminded me of my hatred for this family, Leonardo hid behind pillar of old money pretending like his hands weren’t covered in the same exact filth as ours.

Something inside him shattered. -------- For a heartbeat, everything stopped. The noise, the battle, the fire. Then Edwin rose. His eyes glowed gold, brighter than they ever had before. The ground beneath him trembled as his power, ancient, primal, furious erupted like a storm. A shockwave burst outward, throwing nearby soldiers to the ground. His voice became a growl that shook the mountains themselves. "You wanted war?" he roared. "Then drown in it!" He shifted into his wolf form. Massive, black-furred, his eyes blazing like twin suns. Every movement was death. Every strike, vengeance.