Wrath Of Nature Novels & Stories

A hollow ache filled Edward's chest, the weight of disappointment crushing his spirit. A primal roar of anger erupted from his throat, reverberating through the forest like a thunderclap. His rage surged through him, a tempest of frustration and helplessness. He lashed out, his powerful limbs tearing through the surrounding plants with unrestrained force. The greenery fell victim to his fury, branches snapping and leaves scattering in his wake.

I scream at the goddess, the gods, cursing them to hell. Pent-up frustration and anger, along with the loss of losing Jonda drives my wolf to the brink of insatiable rage. I roar out as loud as I can for the realm to hear my pain. Lightning flashes, bright and blue, striking down and hitting my chest. I crumpled forward over Jonda’s body, my fists hitting her chest in desperation to revive her. Like before, but much, much stronger, my body vibrates and hums. Charging like a battery until I can hold no more and release the energy that consumes me along with the rage, the pain of a breaking heart, and the thirst for revenge.

My knees were buckling beneath me, my full weight dropping onto Torey as he held me up. He held me tight, unable to hold the dark growl that emitted from the depths of his throat. I couldn't see the orbs of his eyes, but I knew they would be blacker than black. The immense anger that radiates from his body told me so. Torey began shouting orders, his words not sinking into my brain as wolves began to scatter across our territory, obeying and complying with the demands of their Alpha. I had barely noticed how many had encircled us, how many had followed us into the clearing.

For the first time, I realized that when anger reaches its peak, laughter can slip out unbidden. She even turned the blame on me. "You're just jealous that I treat Nathan well, so you bullied him in school. Now, you're smearing him online. I've never seen anyone more vicious than you!" I had had enough of her twisting black into white. My hand lashed out, striking her across the face. "Shut up! In this life, you killed my mother and nearly killed me. In the last life, you tortured us to death. How dare you call me vicious?"

I shifted as soon as I hit the first tree, speeding off. My paws hit the soft ground, it slowing down my heartbeat. I was sad to admit I had gotten my dad’s temper. Which came in really well during fights and I was ranked second in the pack. Right behind my stupid father… I shook my head in annoyance, speeding up. I don’t know how long I ran but my breath started coming out in pants when I finally stopped. Goodness knows I was probably in human territory by now. Werewolves had tiny slithers of land that was just theirs but we still claimed land like nothing else, even if humans lived on them. I sat down in the snow, feeling the cold seep into my veins, it actually helping me calm down furthe

Your mother's sickness was passed to them by her hatred. Your mother’s family believed in an ancient curse that was placed on one of the men in the family during the time of the witch trials. I doubt you knew this. It consisted of one of the family, and then all of the branches wanted to be free from the curse, but instead, it bred this madness in all of them. A woman would have to lay with her own son to have a child, it didn’t matter male or female. They would be raised as one of the family until it was time. She never explained what the time actually was that triggered the sacrifice of that child. Then that section of the family would be protected until the next female chosen had a son. T

Chapter 2 Donovan stormed the Central Ward where Natasha, the mystery lady, had been placed under emergency medical surveillance in a bid to salvage her. His arrival at the ward was not without an entourage of cops who sieged the ward in their numbers and hoped to man the precinct from the roaming wolf and other intruders.

“She was the reason for their sorrow, grief and demise and that is what our pack is going through as well.” “Such cruelty must be burnt on the holy ground and not just expelled.” “Maybe she is the reason for God’s wrath in our beautiful world. She must be the reason our population had to suffer for ages. She is the reason our people are dying like ants because of starvation.” “These are all signs. Nature’s wrath. There has been a power imbalance in the world. Evil has spread its wings while goodness is being suppressed. For the better of this world and its people, those wings must be cut to establish equilibrium.”

The wind started to violently blow while the ground trembles. "Look at me! Tell me who I am!" she roared. No trace of Narrah was left. She becomes a ferocious entity deemed to be feared. Wielding fire and water elements in her hands while everywhere was a raging fury of nature. The man scrambled around where he was slumped, panicking at the chaos around.

The air around him seemed to vibrate with lurking anticipation as if the very fabric of nature was attuning itself to his devotion. "Oh, mighty Lord of the Tides," he invoked, his voice rising and falling with the cadence of the waves, "I beseech thee, grant me the power of the sea's fury, that I may channel it into the hearts of my innocent troops. Let the waves' unyielding strength, their unrelenting persistence, and their boundless energy course through our veins, so that we may rise up against the forces that seek to vanquish us. The hands of my pack Aura tribe are accustomed to touching soft blades of grass preparing for their cattle's fooder. "