Wrath Of Nature Novels & Stories

"I SEE! HOW DARE YOU! MONGREL PUPS! LET ME TEACH YOU ALL SOME MANNERS!" He roared with all his wrath and threw his arms up and channeled his powers. The tattered sleeves of his robes fluttered in the winds as his energies churned, resonating with the vital force of Nature that everyone could feel the ripples in the air. Two huge fireballs came alive in the air above him and he cast them at the few contestants who had mocked and derided him!

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

Jes's heart stopped when Raphael Andrew had called her 'Jes' instead of Emily but the moment he turned around and faced her, Jes's heart almost burst out of her chest. There he was. . . The man Jes had left in the pages of her past. . . Nathan~ Standing there, looking at her with a fire burning inside his hazel eyes. A gust of breath left from Jes's lips. . . The feverish look in Nathan's eyes was unnerving. He looked like a feral animal, ready to attack her at any moment. His fists were clenched at his sides. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw was locked. Jes can see that he was grinding his teeth.

Wrath shoved Gluttony's hand when he placed his palm on his brother's shoulder. "Shut up," Wrath hissed and then sat beside his daughter. "All I can say is that she was not as smart as you," He laughed along with the other six while Mara pouted upon hearing an insult to her mother. "But she was strong and courageous. She's also independent enough to be able to do crazy things by herself." "But your mom fell in love with Wrath when he took his time enjoying living along with the humans," Pride said while shaking his head. "I hated your mom's guts.

The Wrath is highly aggressive when it comes to defending his territory. Features: Perhaps the most noticeable feature of the Wrath is its white-rimmed eyes. It also has a very strong jaw that misjudges itself as soon as it has grabbed its prey. Lifespan: The oldest known specimen of a Wrath was 9 years old in the history research station. Distribution: common Distribution area: It is native to South and North America. -----

Tilted my head, my eyes popped Ragged breath “This would be difficult” I charged fiercely in a supplementary position. The storm raged, the trees swayed, dry leaves rustled, the sky turned black, Goosebumps jerked on my skin… Nature accepted the fight. The crashing of tress and falling of branches said one thing…, A sudden silent washed through the grove after a good thirty minutes of intense fight… “Fuck! nature too respect authority. I picked up few bows and arrow shot them at a distance, careful enough to hit my target.

she had said. I closed my eyes, focusing all my energy on summoning the ancient powers of nature. The wind began to howl, the trees creaking and swaying in the gusts. The werewolves stumbled back, momentarily blinded by the sudden storm. I took advantage of the distraction to make a run for it, dashing through the forest with the werewolves hot on my heels.

The brown wolf crashed into the fountain, water and stone exploding around him. Orin loomed over him, breathing hard, his black fur slick with blood—some of it his, others the enemy's. His eyes were wild with both rage and sorrow. “Father,” I murmured. “He killed our people. This is for them. This is to protect them.” Orin lifted his head and roared. The sound was primal, raw, filled with years of pain and fury. It echoed throughout the courtyard, shaking the walls and making the enemy warriors quake.

All around us, wolves screamed and howled. Nyra’s pack held their ground, but barely. They moved in their groups, coordinated like teeth in a biting jaw. They took down a Wraith, then moved to the next. But the Wraiths were built for death, their hide unnaturally thick, their bloodthirst too much. Two wolves got crushed under a single stomp just behind me. One was flung into a tree so hard the bark cracked with him. Another unit circled a Wraith whose leading leg was ripped off by Nyra.

Flames burst from her body as she crashed into the creature’s side. The heat of her power exploded outward. The creature howled in pain for the first time. Its dark fur caught fire instantly. It staggered away from her, shaking violently as flames spread across its body. But it didn’t fall. Storm’s voice echoed through the clearing. “It feeds on power! Don’t give it time!” The ancient wolves moved together. Lightning. Shadow. Wind. Earth. Each wolf struck with a different force of nature. But the creature absorbed the attacks like a monster designed to survive them.