Wrath Kingdom Of The Wicked Novels & Stories

“You are the Luna. The mother of this kingdom. If I fall, Valtheris will still have you.” Evangeline's chest tightened at his words. “Don't say that.” “You will stay. That is an order,” he finished. And this time… she couldn’t fight him. The night before the war, the kingdom celebrated. Bonfires roared. Warriors laughed. And she-wolves danced beneath the blood moon around the bonfire, as if tomorrow wasn’t waiting to swallow them whole. Dawn came quickly. The king marched his men to the front. Days blurred into blood, fangs, claws, and steel. One after another, neighboring kingdoms crumbled into ashes, but Valtheris stood strong. Unbreakable. Unyielding. Victorious.

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

"You're my only Alpha." I felt his rigid body gradually relax, and relief washed over me. When we passed Marcus' house, a rotten scent hit my nose—the unmistakable sign of a wolf's mental breakdown. In the yard, Marcus' three older kids had Cynthia surrounded. But what surprised me was that the three young Alphas weren't using their fists—they were crushing her with their pheromones instead. Cynthia cowered against the wall, covered in bruises. Marcus' kids kept hurling insults at her. "Homewrecker!" One of them spat on the ground. "God knows what kind of trash parents raised a slut like you. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

Zara’s POV My mother’s words hung in the air longer than they should have. “Please keep her safe…or I wouldn’t hesitate to break free and destroy the little that is left of your kingdom.” Everyone, including me, braced for Ryan to answer the way he always did, the way he always reminded the world he was the Lycan king, and no one snapped at him without losing something for it. Instead, he went still. Not the stillness of restraint, but the stillness of a predator recalculating. He held his gaze on my mother before glancing at me, then dipped his chin in the smallest possible nod.

“Then swear loyalty. Right here. Right now. Swear to serve the Council. And we will spare them.” I looked at my pack. At the wolves who trusted me. Who followed me? Who believed I could save them. I had failed them all. “I swear,” I whispered. “I swear loyalty to the Council.” Evangeline smiled. “Excellent. Now kill your mate. Prove your loyalty is real.” My blood went cold. “What?” “You heard me. Kill Kade Blackwood. Right here. Right now. Or your pack dies. Starting with the children. Shall we bring them out? Let you watch them bleed?”

"Listen to me, little wolf. I am the Alpha, soon to be Alpha King. I lead the strongest packs in Nocturna. I need a Queen who can stand beside me, not a broken toy who crawls on the floor." My breath seized instantly. No the Moon Goddess can't be wrong. Where did I go wrong? "But the bond—" "The bond is a mistake!" he roared. The windows in the hall rattled. People flinched. "I, Kaelen Thorne, Alpha King of the Crimson Moon, reject you, Aurelia Viremont, as my mate and my Queen."

“So strong‑willed… like your mother.” “Shut up! What do you know? Don’t you compare me to her!” Grimm squeezes my hand, calming me. After an unbearable silence, the King finally speaks. “Let me show you the truth.” He snaps his fingers, and a storm of crows bursts toward Grimm and me. They strike too fast for us to react, then the world dissolves. We are pulled into a vision. The Raven Wolf King lies beneath a towering oak, his back pressed to the trunk, eyes closed, breaths ragged. Blood drains from the gaping wound in his chest. The battlefield around him is riddled with the fallen—men, wolves, and ravens alike.

Maydor gains composure as well as courage and takes a step toward me. “You were meant to marry my bitch of a daughter for my silence. Now, look at this kingdom!” He holds his arms out wide and turns in a circle addressing the warriors and remaining Lords. “A Grimalkin and a hybrid will rule over the were-cat kingdom! Is this what you want? To be ruled by shifters of another race?” The crowd grumbles and my agitation rises. “Princess tawny is a Phanton! The rightful ruler of this kingdom.” I counter his declaration.

100 years has passed and Barwolf noble wives all gave birth to still-born children until a maid he had raped bore him a girl child, Raziah, who started conquering other Kingdoms at a very young age. Raziah, just like her father, became greedy for power and wealth. She became Ruthless, Proud and Powerful….. very, very powerful. * * "Listen, little princess. I'm your King. You have three rules. Bow. Break. Bend the knee." There was so much hatred in his voice. "I will destroy you. The name you've built, I will crumble it. You belong to me. You are now my SLAVE." Raziah wasn't thinking straight when she provoked him and now her Wolf has marked him as their Mate. Everything about him is dark.