40k Fury Novels & Stories

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

Jake said. “Goat, shut the fuck up,” Dagger said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Wrath is right. Buzzer needs help and Trip taking his anger out on him over that botched drug deal is his own business. We’ve always said we wouldn’t get involved in other club’s turf wars, unless it touches us. This hasn’t touched us, not after Wrath went to see Trip.” “You can’t go alone, Wrath,” Trick muttered. “Intel says the Night Stalkers have grown to 30 members after your initial firefight with Slither. You can’t do everything alone.”