Romans & histoires Angry Heroes

Jayden growled at the mention of his mother. "Why are you doing this?" "Because your mate here killed my father" he spat. "So you want revenge? Why are you dragging all these innocent people into this?" "Collateral damage" he shrugged. "You're sick, you know that" I gritted out through clenched teeth. "Sick, insane, call it whatever you want, but I'm not leaving without his head on a stake." "That's not happening," I declared, getting ready to attack. "Thought you'd say that" he smirked.

Without my consent, my fist exploded into my best friend's jaw, sending him flying to the ground. I watched in horror as Archer possessed my body, crouching over Tommy and driving his fist repeatedly into my best friend's face. I knew those around us wouldn't step in, not brave enough to approach Archer when he exuded chaos like this. My wolf had always been antagonistic and temperamental but never hateful. And that's what I felt coursing through his veins now! Hate!

They were ready to unleash their vengeance upon the man who had provoked their leader's wrath. As they made their way to the charity event, Jared felt a rush of emotions coursing through him. The weight of responsibility, the desire for vengeance, and the thrill of the impending confrontation mingled within him, creating a potent concoction of determination. Upon reaching the venue, the Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan dispersed, blending into the shadows and darkness of the night. Jared, Ian, and Scott slipped into the crowd, their identities masked by skillful disguises. The tension in the air was palpable, but they maintained their composure, like predators patiently stalking their prey.

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 The middle aged woman continued to cry, not bothering to fight the guy who shouted at her, the lost water that was retracted earlier had once again resurfaced and touch all of the heroes who did not have the ability to shield themselves from getting wet by this water that obviously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.

Those words of her cooled down Sol who was still kneeling in front of the goddess. The clear mirth in her voice, as if everything that was happening was just a game in her eyes, gave birth to an unprecedented feeling of anger. He had never felt so angry in his life. He wanted to simply rush and tear her face down. Beat her. Destroy her. Make her pay for her mockery. 'I am once again losing control over my emotions.' Sol desperately calmed down the sudden burning Wrath that was birthed in his heart.

I feel like a prey being caught by some predators and is waiting for my death. “Angelo!” I screamed but it only echoed back. I saw how my dad’s expression changed automatically just by hearing the name. Harassingly, he pulled my hair making me face him. His angry face is all I see and his burning eyes. It’s like I’m facing a devil.

News really have its way to fly and spread like a wildfire. Hero suddenly shifted his grip on my wrist to a wrap on my shoulder, pulling me closer to his chest. Dazed of how he protects Alyana, I looked up at him, his gaze pasted to everyone was so plain, I can't even read any emotion on them. "They are asshole---" "Shhh, they're here" Hero gave them a threatening look which, in an instant, suppressed the talking. Notice that shift of attitude? Fantastic! Note the sarcasm, please.

Turning around, I found Angry Jake charging towards me, waving two daggers in his hands. "What the hell?" I muttered, taken aback by his sudden aggression. He lunged at me, attempting to thrust the daggers into my stomach, but I managed to catch his hand in mid-air. Clenching my teeth, I tightly held onto his wrist, struggling to keep the daggers away from my body as he fought to harm me. "I thought you were joking about killing me," I said, gazing into his bloodshot eyes. "I didn't have a solid reason to want to kill you before, but now I do," he growled in a low, rumbling tone.

“She wanted, man. We weren't going to force the debate – number three is fighting back. In other circumstances, I might laugh. I could laugh. But I'm not having such a good day. My anger started to bloom last night when I saw Angelic on that fucking stage. Then with her running out of the building, barefoot. Finally, with a dozen incompetent police officers who took hours to find her. Not to mention the fifty other stress peaks. In short: bad day for trying to fuck with me. I approach the last joker who spoke. I lean down until our faces are close.

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.