40k Fury Novels & Stories

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

Master commanded. Before the opponents knew what had struck them we had pierced them with Amethyst needles. Then we handed them over to the team fire. The expression on the face of the king was priceless as he saw our human team lead his powerful shifters away from the field that too with the help of brooms. I howled with laughter as I tried to imagine that scene. “How many shifters do we have in the fire cube now?” Aaron shrugged his shoulders and said, “Master…” “Four hundred and fifty…”

I was forced to watch that sick bastard walk to his new squad with a faint smirk curving his lips. He joined the other four who had already proudly joined Alpha's Kaan army. Those who unquestionably deserved to die lived while those who remained loyal were brutally ended by a few of the General's bloodthirsty soldiers. I struggled to follow Beta Caspian's advice. Fury stormed within me, and perhaps only Caspian's firm grip kept me from darting to the other side of the field and clawing Kylar's eyes out. Again, I wished I had my daggers with me.

He didn't bother suppressing his aura. Four long years on the Southern front—living in snow-filled trenches, breathing the iron scent of slaughter, and breaking five grand Alpha lineages with his bare hands—had left Kael’s apex aura sharp as a serrated blade. It rolled off his massive frame in suffocating waves, heavy as mountain granite, pressing down on every living creature within fifty yards. To a lesser wolf, standing in Kael’s presence felt like breathing water.

He moved and I turned back to the corridor and I channeled everything I was feeling into the only direction that was available to me right now. ~~~ There is a difference between fighting with control and fighting with fury, and the difference is not always what people assume. Fury without control is chaos — it spends energy without direction and leaves openings that a trained opponent will find. But fury with control, with the anger fully present and the mind fully operational, is something else. It is efficiency that does not require restraint because the restraint is built into it.

"Never you." Fury ignited, lips crashing his punishing, furious kiss, teeth nipping, tongues warring in a conquest. He growled deep, body pinning mine, marble-hard, suit shedding as swiftly as shed skin. Hands ripped my silk remnants, exposing curves to penthouse chill, nipples peaking under his ravenous stare. "Mine," he rasped, gravel command as palms claimed breasts rough, thumbs circling peaks merciless. I arched defiance, nails raking his chest, dragon tattoo welting red under assault. His mouth descended, biting collarbone bruise-promise, trailing fire to core.

And that too shamelessly. But it didn’t matter to him at all. Because they may see but they couldn’t have him. He belonged to Benjamin.. Benjamin looked at the stage where Noah was introducing himself and his generals.. "I am Noah Gabriel . You all can call me Noah. I am your head hazer for this year and these are my four generals. We will begin our activities for this year Sotus. Your name tags, shirts and schedules will be provided tomorrow at 6am sharp. Anyone late will be punished and I don’t give a damn if it’s a girl or a boy. In Engineering, we all are the same.

His eyes were blazing molten gold, fury incarnate. “ZORYA!” Relief slammed into me so hard my knees buckled. Gunner and Finn crashed in seconds later—Gunner tearing through shadows with brute force, Finn moving like a blade through smoke, laughter gone, eyes sharp and lethal. Kai arrived last—not slower, just precise—already dismantling the enchantments anchoring the trap. They fought like four parts of one weapon. Still, the chains held. Kaelen pulled harder. Agony tore through me as energy surged through the bond—Ares’s dominance, Gunner’s fire, Finn’s wild joy, Kai’s cold precision—all of it dragged through me like lightning through flesh.

, Jared repeated the question. "The fortress was created by a research scientist named Gary Bradley and his wife Lily Bradley after the first set of evolved humans were found and the first set was he and his son. Two years after the inability to control his abilities of growing eight times his original size whenever he was angry or excited, he decided to create an institution named the fortress because he knew he wasn't the only one going through the difficulty of controlling his abilities. That same year, his four year old son who was diagnosed deaf started bleeding excessively from his ear and a medical doctor and otolaryngologist by profession named Alexander Scott told Doctor Gary that h

When the little path was cleared by the deer, Edmond clambered this way to the top. Their name-calling still amused him; after all, they were comrades back in the days when they were hunting for feral werewolves. He remembered their tormented screams and the victims' names, which still seared his soul. He had been buried in the fiery forge of violence since he was a child. He was no longer afraid. The bloodlust was upon him—a familiar feeling. Before walking towards his old comrade, he kissed his totem and left it to hang in the tree. Wrapped around each forearm were cords of thin rope, edged with serrated, razor-sharp steel. He unfolded these, letting them hang from each hand. He had a swor