Wrath John Gwynne Novels & Stories

All I see is my brother’s heartbreaking in fear he lost the mate he’d waited so long to find. “Wade Stine, you stand charged as a traitor to the pack and to your oath as a Sub-Beta. I won’t ask how you plead because frankly, I don’t give a damn and as you can see, neither does my brother.” John made his presence known as his shadow fell across where I had Wade on the ground. “Come on, Alpha. On your feet.” “Tr…traitor?” Wade’s voice went up an octave. I don’t know if it’s out of fear or because I just kicked him in the balls as John hauled me to my feet. I don’t care either.

A love that manifests all growth, a love that conquered every foreign emotion and a love that will not quiver, in time, in pain and in hard experiences in life. Ethan and I, we started in a rough path. There is too much events that made us feel the wrath to each other. We loathed each other to the point that we made mistakes but those mistakes brought us together. The wrath that we felt leaves us scars but more importantly, it leaves an important lesson. Above all, love can conquer. Wrath will fade. Sufferings will end. Fairy tale do come real. Happy ending is for everyone. Wrath… it makes us do things. But with Ethan Velasquez, my husband and the love of my life, I am willing to experience

Gwyneth replied, subtly flexing her wrist, feeling her dormant muscles awaken as if anticipating a potential need for action. Immersed in his fantasies, Wesley did not notice the impending danger and continued to speak. "I have this strong premonition that your former hubby might actually become a real hubby after a while." The moment Wesley finished speaking, he felt a chilling wind approaching. By the time he realized it, it was too late. "Ah, boss, I was wrong; please forgive me!" Wesley cried, covering his head as Gwyneth's blows rained down on him like a hailstorm, a look of misery on his face.

Jes gulped and took an involuntary step back from them. "Aidan get Lucas the fuck out of here before I knock him out." Nathan growled at the third man while standing from his chair. Raphael~ He wasn't Nathan. Then everything clicked. He had lied to Jes. His real name was Raphael, Raphael Andrew the CEO of Andrew Enterprises. Holy Fuck! The bastard fucking lied about his name. Anger filled Jes's mind. "Aidan, I'm not kidding man. She's the pregnant lady I knocked down at the theater and she is the same woman from the club." Lucas desperately tried to explain to his friend.

“I'll donate my blood right now.” Ruth nodded. “Doctor Louise has already—” At that moment, Gwyneth gently took Eirene’s hand, cutting Ruth off mid-sentence. Eirene jumped and turned her head. Gwyneth looked at her with a deep, almost piercing gaze. Her touch was not arrogant, yet it froze Eirene in place. “Eirene.” Eirene swallowed. “Who are you?” “I am Gwyneth Vanderbilt,” Gwyneth replied, introducing herself. “The Sacred Elder of the Velmora Pack.”

I kept my hands folded on the table with my face composed and my eyes moving steadily around the room even though everything underneath that stillness was anything but still. Xavier stood and the room quieted the way rooms quieted for him not because anyone called for silence but because his presence made noise feel unnecessary. "I want to formally introduce the woman who will stand beside me as Luna of the Hallow Pack" he announced and his voice carried the length of the table without effort. "Gwendolyn Rivers." The sound that moved through the room after that was not applause instead it was the grunt of people who had opinions but they were still deciding how loudly to express it and in th

If someone dares to touch him, he will not be able to live in this world anymore. But this time it's different. This time he accepted the blow, because he had killed Grainne, killed the person he loved the most. He deserves it. He has no reason or the right to fight back, Liam is now punishing him instead of Grainne, punishing him for being too weak and judgmental in love, punishing him for not knowing his heart early. Liam used great force, but Carwyn felt no pain at all, because all the pain outside was not equal to the pain in his heart.

Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”

“Gwen executed dark, cold-blooded wolves. She didn’t just kill for no reason! That wolf went after her sister Lynn and her pup. She acted to protect them; she was defending her family. And now you want to condemn her for that? She isn’t heartless! She can’t even live with what she did. Does that sound like a cold-blooded killer to you?” “That is not for us to interpret; we are executioners! And what happens next time, if someone else in her family is threatened again? Are you saying she should be allowed to keep killing without consequence?” She turned toward Virel’s altar, her decision already made. “I will execute Gwyneth Valerius myself. Assign it to me!” The rage that moved through my bo

' She repeated as she kept hitting him. 'I am sorry Dee' he got out as he tried to stop her from hitting him. 'Stop hitting me, I am sorry' He said as he caught her arms, forcingly hugging her while she cried on his should still asking him why. 'Did he admit the others helped?' Stewart asks, shuffling in his seat extremely uncomfortable with what he just heard. Dee shakes her head no 'Blake was many things, but a rat is not one of them, he never told me they were involved.' She answers with her hands shaking trying to light another cigerette.