Wrath Of My Madness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mara sucked the blood that was coming out of her lips because she bit it hard enough to make it bleed and it somehow calmed her down. Just when she was about to get off her bed, someone kicked which threw her from her bed to the balcony. The spell of time surrounding her came undone and when she opened her eyes to lash out to whoever kicked her, her bloodlust decreased as she stares at the furious demon in front of her. Wrath's wings are flaming black and purple while he's holding a sword made of dark energy and electricity. Without a word, Wrath swung his sword with a goal to at least chop off a finger.

Dominicus The fury I had managed to suppress spreads through my veins like a virus. Fast and invasive. I slam my fist down on the desk, the sound cracking through the office like thunder. “Fuck!” I growl. My body vibrates with fury, but there’s no outlet. No enemy to tear apart. The madness reacts to my fury and my eyes rapidly turn blue. My wolf growls in my head, snarling to be let out. To go and tear them to shreds.

Blood sprayed across the storefront window like a fountain. The street fell into chaos. Cars crashed into one another and burst into flames. Screams, sirens, and the sound of tearing flesh mixed together. Within just a few short hours, the city had completely collapsed. Early the next morning, Julian was woken by the endless screams and the sounds of car alarms below. He rubbed his sleepy eyes as he walked to the tall window, cursing under his breath. Then he pulled the curtains open. "Why is it so loud this early..."

He warned, “But he could also open up a whole new can of whoop ass on you if you get him too mad.” That was when my door crashed open and Dune yelled, “You will submit to me!” I heard Micah yell, “Sis! Keep the link open!” He took one step into the room and slipped on the ice as a tornado swept him up. What I didn’t count on, was that he was holding two silver daggers in his hand. The daggers flew out of his grip. One embedded into the wall while the other embedded in my left thigh. I silently screamed, refusing to let Dune get satisfaction from it. The problem was that I screamed aloud in the mind link. I hurried to pull the dagger out and stood on my good leg to be on guard. He continued b

MACE The roar wasn't just sound. It was a physical pressure, a tidal wave of psychic slag that slammed into me, knocking the breath from lungs that no longer felt like they belonged to my physical body. WE SEE YOU, WOLF. WE HAVE HER NOW. The voice was a chorus of the damned. It wasn't one entity speaking; it was thousands, layered over one another in a cacophony of ancient, fermented rage. It sounded like snapping bone and crackling fire, like the last screams of women burning at stakes centuries ago. It vibrated in my teeth, in the marrow of my bones.

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

She narrows her eyes at me and I know whatever is coming won't be good. “It’s her again, isn't it? Even as kids it was always her. Answer me?” She screams at me, as she marches towards me. My wolf is growling at her disrespect, even if she is our Mate we don't care. She stands inches from me, rage is all over her, I catch her wrist as she goes to slap me.

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

Patrick clutched his cheek, eyes wide like he couldn't believe I actually hit him. Yeah, I had a strong personality. But I'd never slapped anyone before. Realizing I wasn't messing around, he mumbled something about work and bolted. The second he left, Elise shrank behind a pillar. 'Mom really is as scary as Dad said.' Ouch. That one stung. The slap wasn't planned—it was pure panic. Elise had just said she might not make it till I got back. I wasn't thinking, just reacting.