Novel & Cerita Angry God

Forget it They are angry.

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.

Anger. A surge of it so fierce it makes me tremble. My chest aches with the force of it, every nerve screaming with rage. I want to strike him, to march across the space between us and slap him hard across the face, to remind him that he is not untouchable, that he is not some god we must all kneel before simply because he fathered us. Jesus. What the fuck was that? My thoughts spiral as I stare at him, disbelief turning into molten fury.

I wake up screaming my lungs out. Ang walks in glaring at me. “Are you going to scream every night and wake up the Alpha every time? You’re really making me look bad here Akira.” He looks down at the book on my lap as catch my breath. “The Moon Goddess? You read about the Moon Goddess and you’re screaming your head off still? You seriously have some prob-“, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ang,” I cut him off before he could go on and trigger my anger more. “Ang?” He questions. “Yeah stands for Asshole Night Guard,” I say as I make my way over to the sink to grab my water and chug it down.

Every fiber of his being burned with a single-minded purpose: to make Zeke Forenbach and Azure pay for the demise of his beloved "God." With clenched fists and a voice trembling with rage, Eros unleashed his venomous tirade upon the empty air, his words a volatile symphony of anger and madness. "Zeke Forenbach, you wretched creature! It was your treacherous existence that led to my God’s demise! I will find you, hunt you down, and make you suffer for eternity! You thought you could escape retribution, but I will ensure that your every breath is tainted with the stench of your own despair!"

She stormed out, leaving me alone with a really very angry god. He pulled his pants up and I got a view of his curly pubic hair-- should he have that since he was a god? "What the fuck do you want? Who do you think you are to ruin my lunch?" he growled and his eyes blazed in fury. "You have a lot of nerves-" "Undo it," I was scared shitless but being turned on right now wasn't helping. Even more reasons why I needed his spell gone. "What?" "The spell or whatever it is," I whispered, clenching my fists as waves of shocks hit me rolling down south as all the blood rushed there. "Undo it. I took down the article so undo what you put inside me or I swear I'll put

Angela said, taking the blame. "Sweetheart, don't be too hard on yourself. You did have the right to get angry. I know I will be mad too, but as you rightly said, in your anger, you did have a choice about what to do, but you made the wrong call," Mrs Anderson said. "I am going to pray. I am sure God will do something about this. As long as you have repented of your actions. God will intervene," Mrs Anderson added, and Angela sighed listening to Mrs Anderson's religious beliefs. "You will be fine," she added.

And they all drowned, so that this God could have his way. Even as sadness seizes my heart I whip my head back to the God, anger consuming my entire being. “Did it not go as planned?” I shout, my voice somehow magically amplified so that it rings out in the air loud enough for everyone to hear. “Do you want to try again, My Lord? Because it would seem that I’m still fucking alive, you jackass!” “Maybe don’t…invite that, June,” Anton murmurs behind me. I ignore him. “Did you think it was going to be that easy!?” I continue, taunting, my temper running loose and – as usual – taking my sense with it. “Go ahead! Try again! What’s it going to take for you to realize that you can’t fucking kill me

Calm and slightly angry. Truly, just slightly angry.