Angry Heroes Novels & Stories

If I tried to explain myself, they would just punish me even more severely, just like before. The only thing that I could do was curl up on the floor and offer weak apologies. "I'm sorry…" I murmured. Andrew rushed forward and shouted, "You're sorry? Do you think that you can sweep everything under the rug just by apologizing? I'm going to beat you to death, you damned bastard!" He then began to rain down blows on me while Diana and the others quietly watched him. "Don't kick his stomach," someone said. "It's a weak spot."

he shouted angrily, and without wasting any time, he jumped on top of her, throwing her onto the sofa with his strength. "Let me go Christian!" she said. Her mouth, however, was silenced by lips that began to devour her passionately and furiously. Anger: an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything upon which it is poured. Seneca

My mother already did that The anger in me was a raging inferno. My wounds, the ones I hadn't even bothered to tend to, felt like mere scratches compared to the burning ache in my chest. I needed to something, to release the pent-up fury I was feeling right now. “D'Angelo, anything?” I barked, my voice rough with barely contained rage. D'Angelo, our hacker, was a ghost in the computer room, hunched over the screens, his face pale with fear. He didn't even dare look at me.

The four rogues crawled out of the wreckage, their eyes wild with fear and anger. But Alpha Aiden wasn't afraid, instead his blood boiled more than normal, and his teeth ready to tear apart. He was in his element now, and he knew that he had the upper hand. He circled the rogues, growling and snarling, daring them to make a move, his warriors catching up with them. Alpha Aiden told his warriors to step back and he will handle it, he was too angry and needed release that anger on this rogues.

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

I'm almost banging my head on the table from the sleep they're giving me. I'm longing to go home. I'm curious to see Angel. Dominic texted me to let me know that Angel was gay and that if I dared do anything to hurt Angel, he would kill me. I just want to laugh. Frankly, I've grown up. I'm not the stupid pup I used to be, but I don't know if Angel holds any grudges against me. For me, it's water under the bridge. Angel being gay makes me want to laugh. It must be an effect of a European education. I have nothing against it, the pack has several gay members, but for my brother to feel the need to warn me, he must be a crazy faggot. I'm still going to laugh a lot about this because I refuse to

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

Their silence said everything; they didn’t support us, and they weren’t happy about Risemoon’s fall. We in the Mancini cannot afford to appear weak. Rumors breed like vermin; old enemies still sharpen their teeth and wag old grudges. Several packs still scheme for war against us. Now is not the time for weakness. The true cause of the warriors’ deaths had to remain buried, whatever the cost. Tom offered no argument. He simply obeyed. Craig pinged into my mindlink: "Alpha, shall we permit the seer into Ivy’s mother’s ward?"