Angry Duck Novels & Stories

He then wore a wicked smile as he took a sip on his wine. "I want to kill that bastard!" Mell yelled as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He could feel his jaw beginning to ache from the anger that rose in him. His vision was clouded with red and he desperately wanted to slit Ash throat and see him bathed in his own blood.

With a clear understanding, anger pooled in my stomach like hot lava, mixing with my blood until the heat singed my vision red. My claws were out. My canines elongated. A feral growl crawled up the back of my throat. I set it free and sent the birds into the nearby trees fleeing for safety. They knew something terrible was about to happen and they weren't planning on sticking around to bear witness to it. "You've fucked up," I heard the distant sound of my brother's voice just as I pounced on Quade.

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the

Listening to the chanting and clapping students, the cackling Madeline and her friends, and a mocking Dexter made the anger grow, intensifying the vibrating frequencies. When I started to get kicked, the chants of ‘slut’ becoming louder, I felt a scream coming up my throat. A powerful scream that would burn anything and everything I asked it to, something so powerful that it would tear all my enemies down. A wave of anger I didn’t even know I could bring to life was rushing out of me, making me feel like an earthquake would start and consume everything… and it was so close.

Seeing the commotion, Dak whipped out his dagger and with a swift move, he put the bird down for good. "Always bossing everyone around, and you can't even handle a bird—embarrassing!" Brownell, with his pride wounded, had no comeback and just scowled, his face a picture of displeasure. Who would ever believe that a penguin could pack the punch of a young bull? However, as the air filled with the iron tang of blood, the other penguins took notice, their snowy chests stained a faint pink. They squawked with a wild fervor, charging at Dak and his crew with the ferocity of untamed beasts.

Too bad they never imagined I had already gotten rid of it. My phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I glanced down and smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad thought it was a concerned message from Byron, and they exchanged guilty glances. Unfortunately, they were only half right. It was indeed from Byron, but the message read, "Something came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Right after that, Claire sent me a video. Byron was in the hospital, head bowed as he peeled an orange for her, his gaze tender. The caption read, "I'm the one Byron loves. An ugly duckling is forever an ugly duckling. You'll never become a swan."

"I wasn't scared. I was just watching them from afar." Danny laughed. "Watching them from behind your mommy, huh?" "Uncle Danny, stop teasing me!" "I'm not teasing. It's okay to be scared of ducks. They can be vicious animals sometimes." Noah giggled. "They're not vicious." "They can be. I saw one chase a grown man once. He ran away screaming." Emma grabbed the phone back. "That's not true. You're lying." "I am not lying. Ask your mommy. She knows."

" Think again baby doll. I am going to fuc*ing break you to the extent you don't recognise yourself anymore." " You will be there at my beck and call everyday. You will be my whore." With this being said the fuc*er chokes her neck and gets ready to enter her. And Zander couldn't see this anymore. He screams, he cries. " No...no.noooooo!" And then it happened. He saw strange dark clouds circling the room. And next he knows, his butterflies tearing grey obs. Turn red. Blood red. And that was it.

I will definately teach him how can someone live themself. "Hmm promise" i replied Immediately he Hugged me with his both hands. Damn i Missed his hug so much, I hugged him back locking him my arms. "Don't get always so mad you have to control your anger my Angry Bird. I'm scared of your anger" Listening me , he break the hug "Seriousally" he asked. In shock "Obviously look at yourself in mirror. Damn you looks so scary in angry like vampire" i explained with action "Idiot" he hold his guitar back.

I was overpowered as they held my neck and dunked it into the bucket of water. I remember this feeling. My head being inside the water, struggling to breathe. No! I refuse to experience this again. I clenched my fist, anger spreading through my veins at rapid speed. I could feel my anger consume me and the water began to bubble. I could feel the infinity sign glowing in my neck. And then—I exploded. I clenched my fist, my whole body red with anger. I could feel a force leave my body. It felt strange—and then I heard a loud sound, followed by a scream.