Angry God Novels & Stories

" Are you stupid? Why are you so unreasonable? If you don't value your life, then respect the fact that you're my vessel. What exactly did he do that makes you lose your damn senses, did he cheat on you?..." " That would have been better", Elora replied gritting her teeth, " cheating on me would have been great", " Then what did he do? What petty anger are you carrying to have committed such sin!", " Petty anger?", Elora yelled, " who are you to call my anger petty?", " I'm the moon goddess, and this foolish action of yours could impede my goal and aim".

Bill reached over and touched both of Andrew's shoulders, "I understand you feel this is very unfair. You're angry. But, that's not worth thinking about right now. The most important thing is that we save the remaining troops and Jody Gardner. That's our job." Andrew Reece was about to argue back but Bill said in a quiet, soothing voice, "We won't lose. Have you forgotten who I am, Reece? I'm Wiliam Mackenzie, the mighty God of War, the God of Death, who is feared by my enemies. How could I lose so easily? Just because I'm tired? I'm not that weak." Andree Reece ventured, lifted his face and looked at how serious and confident the war general he had served was.

His face contorted in anger. Oh, goddess! I was in deep trouble.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

She witnessed all the ferocity of Kalas when he is angry. "They made Kalas go against the four gods again, it looks like there will be a big war here.. the four gods are famous for being sadistic when angry... especially if someone interferes in their business." Said one of the goddesses to Gana. "Huh? What business did Kalas interfere in?" Asked Gana curiously. "I don't know..." Then the goddess just walked away. Gana watched as Kalas left Reggy and Rhodia lying unconscious on the snow. The body is covered in wounds…and the face is pale from the cold.

He threatened angrily — grabbing Axel's collar. Defeated, Axel stood aside and watched the young man carry Penelope away. He was too confused and scared to speak. His first attempt to speak with her had turned to an assassination attempt. So much for stealing the celestial god's elixir. He had failed to get what he wanted, and he was also going to get punished when the celestial god finds out what he had done. He shook his fist in rage, it was unfair how that human had just treated him like a monster, it was not like he'd intentionally do that to Penelope. Angry, he returned to the sky. He was going to come back and clear every misunderstanding.

I’ve told her about my past, but she has never seen me truly furious before. In a feral roar, I bray “what the fuck were you doing!” “I have to! Let me go!” “You want to leave us? The babies?” “I HAVE TO! It’s my problem, I’m the one who has angered the Goddess! She hates me!” “Angel how could you?” my anger stampeded out of control even as my voice broke with pain. I punched the stone wall sending snow scattering around us as I struggled to process her crying, trembling face. I want to shift, to tear shit to pieces and sprint into the night to kill the frustration I'm being pulled under by. “How could you?”

"Is he that angry?" “To his temple cursing at him, who can bear this? Do you think everyone is as tolerant as you are, she said that you are a wolf like to stab a bag of rice, poke a bag of rice, and you can still endure it. León de Fuego, the God of Fire who dared to oppose the Lord of the Gods in the great hall of heaven, seems to have changed, now you are more like a human than a powerful god."

Adlan Anger has always been the foundation of my existence. It was my default state, the only emotion I truly understood. It lived in my chest, tightening like a steel vice, coiling in my throat, clenching my fists. I could be a god in those moments if I wanted—Hades in his wrath, Zeus in his fury, Thor wielding his power with reckless abandon. The rage gave me strength, made me untouchable, made me a force that even I feared but I didn’t want to be that man with her.

"I am really tired, I need to go to sleep. But tomorrow we are talking, and I- I need to introduce you to-" "Art, huh?" Azak glared at her and she nodded with a sigh. "Please, don't be angry." "I am not angry. I am angel. Angels are not supposed to get angry." But even as he said it, he was shouting. "You are angry." She gave him a smirk which made him angrier. "I SAID I am not angry. Have you not listened to a word I said?!" "Azak, you are shouting. You are angry. Maybe when you came to Earth, all your heavenly abilities are broken."