Wrath Of My Madness Mga Nobela at Kwento

He just let the claws erupt from his knuckles, a guttural snarl ripping from his chest. They fought their way toward the solar, a frantic, bone-crunching blur of violence. Madison’s white shirt was ruined, soaked in the black, oily blood of the First Brood. Every time she used her power, the skin on her hands felt like it was being flayed by ice. They burst into the private chambers, slamming the heavy oak doors shut and barring them with a silver spear taken from a fallen guard. The sound of the wolves clawing at the wood was a frantic, rhythmic scratching.

The duo huddled together for warmth in the cosy sofa. Miriam was quite tipsy from the shots of whisky and cigarettes as she curled up in Ben's arms. She felt a rage of emotional turbulence brewing within her while she struggled to free herself from the impact of the day's mix of events. Slowly, she removed herself from Ben's arms and staggered to her feet--still feeling the impact of alcohol. Ben followed suit hoping to steady her as she made to move away from the sofa. He grabbed her hips from behind and pressed his body against hers.

The first rogue lunges again— —and the cabin wall explodes inward. Wood splinters everywhere. A massive black wolf tears through the wreckage like a living avalanche. Maddox. He slams into the rogue nearest me hard enough to snap bone. The second barely turns before Maddox hits him too — all teeth, fury, and lethal Alpha dominance. I scramble backward against the wall, heart hammering violently against my ribs. The fight ends almost as fast as it began. Brutal. Efficient. Final. The rogues never had a chance.

The passersby didn't know what was happening and all chose to stand and watch. All I could do was watch the car drive away in front of me. In my fury and despair, I memorized the car plate number. Even if I were to die, I would drag them all down to hell with me. Jack and Ethan finally arrived, but all they saw was me standing there. When I saw Jack, I couldn't help but be possessed by my anger. He was the source of all my pain. He deserved to die. I hit him with an open hand.

Blood smeared against the cold, tiled floor as she gasped while trying to pull herself up. "You bitch!" Mason's voice roared above her, stripped of any trace of the gentlemanly mask he had worn earlier. His face was ferocious, like an enraged beast as he stomped forward, undoing his tie. "You ungrateful wench! You think you can just come here, drink my wine and embarrass me like this?!" She scrambled backward, her hands slipping against the blood and the spilled liquor. "I—I didn’t mean to! Let me go!" Her voice shook, filled with pain.

Alpha Dagon tilts his head as he looks at the mad wolf, who slams himself against the wall with a cry. “It means something is stirring. Mad wolves come from deep pain, trauma and loss. Some of them are high on wolfband, others are broken, mentally and emotionally, they don't choose, their minds snap and they lose control. They inflict pain on themselves and lose entirely their human side, unlike rogues who still have a chance to live normal lives after banishment from their packs.” Kieran's eyes narrow. “He wasn't just mad, he was strong, quick too, he almost got me,”

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

She struggled, twisted, fought with everything she had, but it was useless. They had her locked in place, her body trembling with the effort of resistance. All she could do was wail. Raw, broken sounds tore through the room. “My face…” she sobbed, her voice cracking with horror and pain. “My face… it's ruined…” That evil woman had carved up my face without a second thought. She should have known that revenge would come for her sooner or later. I let out a cold laugh. She had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it.

The reaction was instant as he began to shake and foam at the mouth. I released him as the other two wolves my men had secured started foaming at the mouth as well, their hands and legs twisting in odd directions as their eyes rolled back. "The fuck?" Randoll said under his breath, a look of surprise passing between him and the other wolves. I saw red. I punched a pillar to my right, breaking it in half, and the roof of the warehouse groaned almost in pain. I howled so loudly an already cracked window shattered as I stormed outside.