Novel & Cerita Wrath Kingdom Of The Wicked

"But the important thing is that we'll come out of this much stronger and much more united. And whoever betrayed you will have a horrible ending." "A lot happened before I got here." I began to explain. "And I'm pretty sure that the Kingdom of the Wizards is corrupted by the Necromancers." "So, so far we're fighting two Kingdoms. Lycan and Wizard." Victor smiled. I could feel his pleasure, a sadistic pleasure. "It's about time we expanded our territory." I agreed with Victor. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

The Wiccan Kingdom is in desperate need of a leader. With the exception of Nari, the Wiccan Council had fallen the night of the Alphas dinner, and their action, abetting the Moonstone pack to attack the Alpha King had resulted in a declaration of war by the Kingdom of Werewolf. Pack warriors had been stationed at the borders and instructions have been issued to the Kingdom's army, soldiers will be arriving at Crimson Bay in a few days. The Wiccan Kingdom is under siege. In a battle, especially in face-to-face combat, the Wiccan Kingdom is at a disadvantage, due to its smaller population, and minimal army recruits. Hence, the Wiccan advisors had quickly surrendered and requested a peace treat

she muttered to herself, her voice dripping with malice. "Kate Wither, I am coming for you. You better stand strong, because the storm I'm bringing will be fierce." The air was charged with Namiro's determination, her words hanging in the silence like a promise of revenge.

he said softly, “then I’ll be the storm that shields her.” Back at the villa’s northern ridge, Amara stood before the sea. Rain lashed across the cliffs, lightning spearing the waves. The bone crown gleamed faintly in the storm’s light. For a moment, she let the rain wash over her face, her lips parting in a quiet vow to the wind. “If he wants a queen of bone,” she whispered, “then I’ll show him what kind of kingdom death can build.” Thunder cracked overhead, echoing like applause. Behind her, her soldiers knelt one by one in the mud, heads bowed, forming a semicircle of shadow and loyalty. Palermo’s fire glowed on the horizon like the first flare of apocalypse.

"The princess was in cahoots with this werewolf who's killed one of our own. It's high time we fought back and showed these werewolves that we are not weak!" I hear someone scream. "Yes…. I say let's burn them just like how poor Julius was burnt alive!" My heart sinks. I can't make out what is really happening but I've understood that they want to kill me. For whatever reason that I don't know. “How about using wolfsbane? Since werewolves like to use our weakness against us, we can do the same.” I hear someone say. “Yes, let’s do it. I’m really tired of staying away when we are powerful beings. We can wage war and take over the kingdom.”

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

I screamed around him, the sound was muffled, and Dex groaned, “That’s it, princess, soak Uncle’s cock, show Daddy how bad you wanted it.” But they didn’t pull out. Damian withdrew his fingers, lifted my legs higher, and replaced them with his own cock, pressing into my ass while Dex stayed in my pussy, both of them sliding in together, stretching me wide. “Daddy’s home,” he murmured, sinking in, controlled, and owned, his suit jacket still on, his chest pressing my knees. “Uncle Rafe, deeper in her mouth.” Rafe obeyed silently, thrusting slowly to my throat, making me gag, saliva dripping down my chin, his dead eyes never leaving my face. Dex laughed, biting my nipple, and kept pounding, hi

The heavy doors slammed shut behind her, leaving the throne room in silence, and me, at the mercy of my mate, the Lycan king. I trembled on the floor, tears streaming silently down my face. Emotionally wrecked didn’t even begin to cover how I felt. Elara’s words replayed in my head, she talked about karma, but what I saw was a cursed bond. The emptiness, no one was coming to save me, not even the Moon Goddess, it seemed. I lifted my gaze slowly, fear filling my eyes as I looked back at the King. His expression was pure hatred, a storm raged in those dark blue eyes. There was no flicker of doubt, only disgust, as if my very existence poisoned the air he breathed.