Angry Birds Fanfic Novels & Stories

he sneered, his words laced with a hint of dominance. My face twisted with hate and anger. I had no desire to be tamed; all I craved was his flesh. But it was clear he possessed superior strength and cunning. "Hahaha," I mocked, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Haaaaa!" I shifted, assuming a more aggressive form, my fangs bared, claws at the ready, and eyes blazing with fury. I lunged at him, aiming to strike, but he effortlessly blocked my attack with a hidden hand, countering with a powerful blow from his right hand.

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.

This is a story of how I die but am still living... "You thought being pregnant would make you Mrs Magliolo??" He growled, gripping my chin tighter between his fingers. I frantically shook my head, let alone being his wife. The thought of marriage alone never crossed my mind. My everything trembled in fear of his anger ...I had never seen this side of him. Warm fresh tears streamed down my cheeks like waterfalls as I tried to pry his hand away from my face, but his grip only grew tighter …so tight I could feel cracks forming on my jawline like streams to an ocean.

“So you’re saying it’s my fault he’s losing control?” “I’m saying you’re both suffering. You’re Luna, Taiga, and a rare one. Just like him. You’re both Elite Primes. Your strength comes from being one with him. And his comes from you giving yourself over completely. Until that happens, he’ll never be at peace. He’ll never stop fighting himself.” Her hand brushed his shoulder gently, almost maternal. “And his anger? It’s fear. He thinks you’ll leave. Just like everyone else in his life has abandoned him. That fear is rotting him from the inside.”

I’d expected her to be angry. “When I asked… Sir Angry Bird…” I tried not to laugh. I’d told her not to call Marcus “Daddy,” so she could give him another name. Angel came up with “Sir Angry Bird.” “Sir Angry Bird chose, me, his families, aunties, friends, maids, servants…before Mommy. I think Mommy heard it and cried about it. It made her really really sad. That’s why I’m happy. I know you love me but hoosing Mommy first makes me happier.”