Wrath Of God Book Novels & Stories

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

Her eyes dragged from me to her papa, whose face was still a shade of purple and red from pain. Ava sighed and took a step closer, flashing me a smile through gritted teeth. “Can you let go of him already? You’ve already made your point clear. Now let go.” Oh wow, commanding type.. “So sorry, Little ballerina. Too bad I don’t take orders from you.” My voice turned hard like steel and my eyes darkened. Beyond every shade. If there was one thing I hate so fucking much, that would be taking orders. My brothers and the Bratva knew how much I hated taking orders so they let me do my thing.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

They were bewildered. They should be. I lashed a thunderbolt. And my words enhanced the roar. “Deity or no deity, Divine or mundane, Goddess or no goddess, I wouldn’t mind being on a killing spree. I would even hunt down the Gods for Alaric. Because, Alaric isn’t just my mate, Lady Ravoise. He is my destiny.”

Since when did he care about anyone ? He never cared for anyone. Does that... Does that mean he was slowly growing a soft spot for Serefina? No. No, never. He was Wrath, the sixth deadly sin. He was the devil who takes people souls and leads people into commiting sins so they will be punished in hell and not growing a soft spot for them. Just then the person who had been knocking opened the door and got inside the room with a frown on his face but Wrath ignored him as he laid Serefina on the couch.

"God doesn't want me yet." "Perhaps you're just not welcome in heaven." I hovered my finger on the trigger, angling the gun a little higher to aim at the dummy's head. "Then the devil isn't ready for me," Lucas puffed impatiently and cocked his head to the side. "Are we going to chat all—" BANG! "Fuck!" Lucas screamed. "Fuck, Mari!" BANG!

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

"Who are you calling a bitch?" Tara was already upset after driving in circles but failing to locate me. She broke down after Preston laid his hand on her. Sitting on the ground, she wailed, "You are still in love with your first crush, after all! Preston Whitmore, remember: you were out of my league before the partnership with Harlan Group. Now that you're rich, you immediately go to your first crush! I will not let that happen." Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”