Angry Heroes Novels & Stories

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Brendon seethed with anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Mike glared at him in disdain, while John and Moses stood at the back of Brendon, ready for whatever might happen next. As they faced off, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger myself. I shrugged off my initial hesitation and strode forward, my own fists balled up in fury.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

I shouted quickly. Adipati took a deep breath and let it out quickly. "You know? I was bullied in high school; they abused me and took a video of me half-naked. It's a very horrible memory. They even spread the video; luckily, now no one has it because Kenan has cleaned up everything! From the story, You should know just this, right? How much Kenan means to me?" Hearing my story, Adipati's expression immediately turned somber. "I'll only consider him a hero, not someone I love, so... don't worry! I've prepared a special place for you in my heart!" I smiled so broadly in front of Adipati, making the man slowly soften and smile.

It was a deadly situation. "Stop resisting, Chase Collins! You aren't a match for me!" Hero laughed savagely. "Weren't you arrogant before? Why aren't you arrogant now? "Do you think you're able to look down on the Webers with minor abilities like these? You're just garbage to me! If you're determined to die, I won't hold back. I'll kill you sooner or later!" Hero roared with a chilling look in his eye. There was murder in them.

the angry voice paused then turned into a smirk. "Don’t tell me, you buy the directors with your body to get the 6 in the ranking of heroes?" the angry voice teased but then turned into a sneer. The middle aged woman continued to cry, not bothering to fight the guy who shouted at her, the lost water that was retracted earlier had once again resurfaced and touch all of the heroes who did not have the ability to shield themselves from getting wet by this water that obviously came out from the middle aged lady tears, curses loudly and shouted towards the middle aged lady who simply turned deaf.

"Better. But still sloppy. You're fighting angry instead of fighting smart." "Maybe I like fighting angry." "Maybe you'll get yourself killed." She swept my legs out from under me, and I hit the mat hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs. She stood over me, not even breathing hard. "Anger makes you predictable. Predictable wolves are dead wolves."

My anger fueled my restlessness, and without a plan, I roared, "I need to clear my head. Keep an eye on the pack." As I ventured deeper into the night, the scent of intruders tainted the air. I walked further but suddenly stopped. Immediately, I ran back. And there were more rogues. They were at the boundary of my pack. “It’s good you are back,” Zen said. “I felt it,” I replied. “Ready to kick some asses," Hercules snarled. “hell yeah. I think these rogues have got a death wish,” I replied. Rogues.The rage within me intensified. I tracked them down, my vision tinged with red, and unleashed the fury of an Alpha betrayed.

Fury burned within me at their audacity – how dare they disrupt our unity, our joy? I thought of Elisa, of the promise I had made to return to her unscathed. My resolve solidified, and a simmering anger fueled the fire within my veins. These interlopers had dared to challenge not just my authority as an Alpha, but the safety of my pack and the woman I loved. In that moment, a primal battle cry emerged from the depths of my being, reverberating through the clearing. The pack warriors responded in kind, their voices harmonizing into a symphony of determination. The battle was inevitable, and I had no intention of holding back.

It was holding well. Then the anger swelled up. The anger of all that started all this. Hadford. The scandal. Drug deal. My unjustified death. Mother. The saw shook violently in the boys hands before escaping and blasting into a cloud of dust. When I turned to face the assholes, my eyes where glowing a bright orange and before I knew it, my whole body was ignited in fire as I let out a blood curdling roar and charged towards them. I brought my hands together, that sent out a huge ripple of fire, sending the goons flying backwards, some burning and some hitting the walls.