Angry God Novels & Stories

The lines on his forehead deepen, etching a map of his inner turmoil. With every accusation, every recollection of past wrongs, Jay's anger intensifies. It fuels his resolve, propelling him forward with a fierce determination to confront his father and expose the depths of his pain. His words are chosen deliberately, carefully crafted to cut through the armor of indifference that his father wears so callously. As the confrontation escalates, Jay's entire body seems to vibrate with an electric energy. His movements become more forceful, accentuated by sudden gestures and sharp, decisive actions. The anger boiling inside him radiates outward, creating an aura of palpable hostility that fills t

They just stand there like logs, not even moving an inch. "I'm not done yet." He orders them, beckoning them to hold on. What more does he have to say to me? What more, that he hasn't said before? Why the hell should I stand here and listen to trash?! My heart is ready to tear him apart, but I wish I could do so. My eyes blaze red. "I'm sorry, Angela. I want-" "Don't you dare apologize tonke, you evil god of an Alpha! You've done your worst, right?! That's fine by me. Get ready for your own judgement from our moon goddess!" I hurl those bitter words at him, sending my punches at him as well.

-- "I tried, brother. Now tell the feeling you know. What does he mean? And you also know what can happen if you are overly angry. The ventricle stood up from the chair. His mood is going bad. Never been so worried about your son before. The boy doesn't even pick up the phone. He tried to control himself. Because anger is not good. Anger is the work of religion. -- "Yes, I know. And when he is angry, he becomes terrible. Because his entity is also being lost. The devil is making evasion in him. I also know why this devil is making evasion. My son was once made the offender of that worolf devil. Whose rash could not be overcome. The only thought was. That could have expelled his entity. But m

I can’t even protect myself from everyone. I felt a sudden anger build up inside me as I spoke to the Moon Goddess. "Fine," I said bitterly. "You know what? I never expected you to help me. You never exist in my life, Moon Goddess. They said you are the God of wolves, that you always hear our sentiments and prayers. But where are you when I need you the most? You're not real. You're just a wild imagination so everyone could have their Gods. If you are real, you won't let me suffer these hardships!"

Then. Smack! Thwack! Thud! Thump! Andrius’ anger finally subsided after dishing out a good beating. “Listen closely. I’ll only say this one last time.” He grabbed the Second War God’s collar without maintaining any pretense of politeness and said in an icy voice, “If you have a grudge against me, then come at me! If I find out again that you harmed innocents or targeted soldiers, the next head I twist off will be yours!”

Goddess how I miss her angelic voice! Why?!? My eyes are stuck on the moon, like I am expecting it to answer my question. It all seems so calm and magical. Yet, Moon Goddess had fucked me over, again! I feel angry! Resentment, that’s the only feeling I have toward her! Anger once again growing inside of me, awakening a part of me I don’t like, but it numbs the pain! I give a final glance at the moon, like it’s someone I loathe! My body feels heavy as I return to my bed.

he said with folded hands. "But, his pack followers have seen him. His followers have obeyed his orders. They have shown pieces of evidence as well. Divine trials believe in facts and real evidence. The general statements have no value for us. If such appeals accept, the barbarian acts of Alphas will ruin the peace of the realm. Every follower whether Alpha, Beta, or un-named follower is bound to obey God's. Without evidence, there is no truth. I have shown enough favors and forgiveness to Alpha Raven. He needs to be punished to prevail in the justice of the realms. " Goddess replied arrogantly while disagreeing with the Alpha Brown appeal.

His blood was bleeding, and he fell hard on the ground. Overbearing! He was too overbearing! Let alone protecting Caleb, even speaking one word again would probably lead them to get killed. The God of War was now filled with hatred. Since they dared to trigger his anger at this time, they should get ready to be burnt by his fire of anger! Thomas was like an angry male lion now. He walked toward the crowds with firm and heavy steps. After those rich men saw the previous lesson, all of them kept moving to both sides. Protect Caleb?

“What? Why do I want to do that? I’m a god of war, not an idiot god who has a screw loose in the head like those evil gods such as the god of slaughter, the god of the massacre. Hell, even they didn’t have a self-destructive tendency to destroy themselves and their followers by putting themselves in conflict with a strong god who they fully knew could kill them with one slap. Do I look like a masochist to you?” Mars asks back with a face that has the word “What the hell are you talking about?” over all his faces.

Shouldn’t I? “Finally?” I repeated. “That’s it? Finally?” I stepped forward, fists clenched. “I’m seconds away from blowing up, Goddess. I’d advise you not to push me,” I said. “You owe me an explanation.” Her smile faded. “You are angry,” she said. “No,” I said. “I’m fucking furious.” The Fire God shifted behind me. I didn’t look at him. “You shifted,” the Moon Goddess said gently. I laughed. My fingers started to spark.