40k Fury Novels & Stories

Her tears fell and she looked at the ground, before she felt Arius attacking her again, so she looked at Eugene one last time, before recovering her scepter that had fallen to the ground. "I'm really sorry" She said while closing her eyes in pain, before she prepared to enter her battle for the second time, while Eugene remained petrified in his place, unable to comprehend what had happened in front of him a short while ago. How is it possible that Fury was the weapon of destruction that completely destroyed his kingdom? “Look at what's going on here, isn't this a very beautiful sight?” Matthew said as he watched the situation with great enjoyment, especially the battle that was taking place

“That you leave immediately—without hurting my Luna." Celestia scoffs. “I’m not negotiating with a nobody,” she spits. “Mate or not.” “Then don’t,” Fury replies with a cold shrug. “But you know as well as I do—if I don’t accept your rejection soon, our bond will only grow stronger. Our connection will deepen. That wouldn’t be good for you… Do you really want to be tied to a nobody forever?” “Fine,” she snaps. Fury nods. “I don’t have a name in particular. I was an orphan… the pack named me. They call me Fury. That will work.”

***** KADE Fury. Unbridled white hot fury unlike anything I had ever felt before was coursing through me on a closed circuit. I had my walls firmly in place to block out as much of my emotions and thoughts as possible incase anything slipped through the bond, but that was the best I could do. The bitch would die for this – for the pain she caused my mate as well as throwing her past onto the fucking walls as if it was primetime television for her own amusement.

I watch Johnathan gently rub my mate's sore feet while her and Kat switch between decorations and tablecloths. "since the pack is called Fury Pack how about colors that represent Fury",May says looking at more colors not realizing we are all staring at her. I look at Jonathan who was still rubbing her swollen ankles. "that is an awesome idea May",Kat picks up a book and yellows, reds and gold become the next talk at the table. Our pup kicks and May hisses in pain. Jonathan stops worried. "shit did I press to hard",he look alarmed.

As Ketta emerged unscathed from the debris, he glared at Wilbur with bloodshot eyes and said, "I didn't expect your physical prowess to be this formidable. You defeated my level one Berserk mode without even using any battle techniques! While I admit you're strong, this isn't over yet. The stronger you are, the more eager I am to fight! Berserk, Level Four!" Ketta's red spiritual energy began to burn like fire, igniting his entire body. "How interesting... You're using a battle move that burns your own spiritual energy to unleash your potential. I wonder how many levels you can go to." Watching Ketta's power surge once again, Wilbur finally adopted a serious expression. "Level Four—Blazing F

Fury was a vicious curse. It could wake the sleeping demons inside you. Making you burn in fire and just like that you feel like scorching everything to ashes itself. A treacherous voice that leads you to demise. Sheer silence surrounded them as her heavy breathing was the only noise. He barely even blinked before the string of sanity snapped; what just happened registered inside his mind. Her eyes widened when a calloused hand wrapped around her delicate throat and her back was slammed into the wall knocking the breath out of her.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

“There is no room for insubordinate wolves in my pack!” Dedrick whimpered under her weight, his pride crumbling to ash as her fury burned through the bond. She stamped her paw harder against his chest, the sound sharp and final. Her head whipped around to Toddry, who was already belly-down in the dirt, trembling. His tail was tucked so far beneath him it brushed his muzzle. Talia’s eyes glowed faintly in the dim light—livid streaks of violet catching on the dawn. “Both of you,” she hissed, her voice rough with authority, “return to the pack. Now.”

"Boom!" The powerful Genuine Vitality seemed to be able to shake heaven and earth. No one could block this punch. "Creak! creak!" The sound of bones breaking could be heard. "Puff puff!" Lin Qingkuang spat out a mouthful of blood and threw himself into the void behind him. Without hesitation, Zephyr Khan continued its pursuit. The power of 40 True Dragons began to condense in his body. The heavy power it emitted was comparable to 10,000 mountains!

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki