Wrath Kingdom Of The Wicked นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Do you think you have enough time to create more before Clay arrives?” “How do you think I was making them?” he grinned with triumphant cruelty. “I have more lone wolves and rogues in my dungeon. And a very smart witch turning them into wendigoes using my blood to keep them all under my command.” Fuck. That was the control mechanism. With his blood. Alpha Wyatt was far crazier than I had ever imagined. A shiver of pure horror traced down my spine. “You’re insane!” “I know! That is what this kingdom needs. Strength, ruthlessness, necessary terror! Not some boy who thinks the throne is his birthright because of his genetics!” he snarled, his voice laced with venomous entitlement.

"It's essential for you to understand not only our kingdom but also the other kingdoms and their inhabitants. This knowledge will be crucial in maintaining peace and dealing with potential conflicts." Astrid listens attentively as Felicity described the various realms and their unique characteristics. "The Vampire Kingdom, for instance, is ruled by the Vampire/Vladex King. Vampires are formidable, with their incredible speed, strength, and longevity. However, they have their weaknesses – sunlight, wooden stakes, Sanguinite stakes for their royals, and a dependency on blood." "For the Werewolf Kingdom? Silver is our main weakness," Felicity explains. Moving on, Felicity's expression turned mo

They were covered by dark strands of hair. "They say he is a Katharos. His Majesty will be happy that they caught one." Her handmaiden Elda continued to explain. A Katharos? A werewolf of royal blood. And now here he was as a prisoner. That must hurt his pride. werewolves were prideful creatures. All of them fought when they were brought here, unwilling to succumb to their enemies. Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of defiance and he had more than anyone she had seen before. They covered his entire back, not leaving any skin untouched.

" Dalton explained with pride coloring his voice. The men were all proud as well, knowing their prince and his classical war strategies. He does not fight a losing battle. They transformed into werewolves and run forward at their fastest pace, the elite werewolves then arrived outside human kingdom Zavion. It was the send most powerful kingdom after Nephus; Tiana’s kingdom. This Zavion was where the witches were hiding and when the Drektus queen came he help the king be on top by suppressing Nephus kingdom.

I thought the pain from rejection would have been a lot worse, but it wasn't as bad as everyone said it would be. The Caputo kingdom. The kingdom in which I will be living, The Alpha King, has set rules that have to be followed the punishment if those rules are disobeyed? Death. No, exceptions. The rumors spread about how The Alpha King hates women. So he forces all the unmated she-wolves into slavery; if you don't find your mate by seventeen, the Alpha king decides your fate. Rumors also spread about how ruthless, cruel, and unable to love. I hope he has mercy on me.

He commanded his voice thunderous as he clutched his fist, his crimson red eyes burning with rage. ‎___________________ ‎ ‎Meanwhile in the kingdom of Vikland, Princess Porsha was getting the scolding of a lifetime in the royal court. ‎Vikland was in a state of panic, it had come to the king's knowledge that Porsha had killed the minister of the Ember nest empire and Dragon King Leviathan was on a quest for revenge. If this issue wasn't resolved quickly both kingdoms would have go to war, a war which would result in the extinction of the werewolf race but Porsha was too much of narcissist to look behold her own emotions.

Day three, they come. Not together. One by one, like challengers. **Thorn Two** drops from the sky. Wings. He’s not wolf, not human. Bird-boned, hollow, eyes like knives. “I am Wrath,” he says. “I judge the King.” He dives at Cael. Rowan intercepts, claws out. They crash into the stump, splintering it. “Stop,” I shout. “By order of the King—” “He hasn’t earned it,” Wrath snarls, pinning Rowan. “A baby doesn’t rule, strength rules.”

“We have been told that your Kingdom hunts witches and will kill us if we get close.” Instantly I am angry. Why would anyone tell their people this information? That is untrue on every level. The fact that my father hid with the witches proves that fact void. Why was this taught to them in this manner? “Who told you that?” I ask, irritated. “The King. He said it was a death wish going to your Kingdom. Is it not as he says?” She asks, confused. “The past King of my Kingdom has been within your kingdom for a while now. Did you know?” “I did.” She is disgusted with the thought that he was even here. “If he could live with the witches now, why couldn’t he have then?” I ask her, and her face fall

Wrath grew to twice his size, answering this challenge with one of his own, his giant maw open, lips pulled back, snarling at this young whip daring to keep him from what was his. The Royal prince radiated a lethal strength, his Alpha power reaching out, strangling Mikhail with itś dominance as Wrathś hackles rose, a dangerous line of savagery along his spine, and it was clear that he intended to eliminate this threat quickly. ''Oh, shit! Narelle didn't know what to do. Self-preservation was high on her list of important things, and she knew she was no match for a Lycan prince, but the choice was taken out of her hands as Wrath released a thunderous roar causing the ground to tremble, and th

“Edric William Charleton, you have been brought here today to face course justice, for the merciless and cruelty you placed upon the people of Northleye. You abused your power and authority as their king. You commited heinous crimes and injustice against the very kingdom you had sworn to honour and protect by oath. If you have any last words, you now may choose to speak them!” His eyes trailed across the crowd, scanning along until they fell on me. Cold and dark, boring seethingly as his lips set into a bitter sneer, slighty parting as glimpses of his chipped, stained teeth. “Yes, I will speak!” He snarled. “You’re no fucking queen! you’re weak! I should have killed you the day you were born