Angry God Novels & Stories

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!"

I scream at the goddess, the gods, cursing them to hell. Pent-up frustration and anger, along with the loss of losing Jonda drives my wolf to the brink of insatiable rage. I roar out as loud as I can for the realm to hear my pain. Lightning flashes, bright and blue, striking down and hitting my chest. I crumpled forward over Jonda’s body, my fists hitting her chest in desperation to revive her. Like before, but much, much stronger, my body vibrates and hums. Charging like a battery until I can hold no more and release the energy that consumes me along with the rage, the pain of a breaking heart, and the thirst for revenge.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.” “Could have been a raitruum who attacked,” he says feebly, his words sending an unpleasant zap through my spine. I scoff, “You don’t even believe that. Besides, I’m friends with the raitruum and they wouldn’t do that. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong? All this time I was thinking a makkari was doing this. I even thou

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."

I sank my consciousness into the raw, unsmelted iron. It was entirely different from the cast iron of the Tuning Forks. The forged iron of the human empire was orderly, aligned, and clean. This raw ore was chaotic. It was violent. It held the memory of crushing tectonic pressure, of liquid magma, of a world constantly tearing itself apart and rebuilding itself in the dark. "I feel it," I whispered, sweat breaking out on my forehead. "It’s... angry." "It is not angry," Cord corrected sharply. "Anger is an emotion. The earth does not have emotions. It has states of being. You are feeling kinetic potential. You are feeling friction."

I should have done more… Because now, God knows what the bastard was doing to her… “Jesus Christ, Agron, stop!” I roared. “I’ll do whatever you want, just make sure you don’t harm a hair on Amber’s head, or else I’ll kill you! I’ll snap your neck, you fucking bastard!” I could hardly hide the rage and fury that was building up inside of my body, pounding against my chest. Agron had woken up the monster inside of me.