Angry Heroes Novels & Stories

He was angry. Shit!

The lines on his forehead deepen, etching a map of his inner turmoil. With every accusation, every recollection of past wrongs, Jay's anger intensifies. It fuels his resolve, propelling him forward with a fierce determination to confront his father and expose the depths of his pain. His words are chosen deliberately, carefully crafted to cut through the armor of indifference that his father wears so callously. As the confrontation escalates, Jay's entire body seems to vibrate with an electric energy. His movements become more forceful, accentuated by sudden gestures and sharp, decisive actions. The anger boiling inside him radiates outward, creating an aura of palpable hostility that fills t

Rip his nails off for me dad",Angie speaks up, and dad glances back a smile on his lips. "Sure thing, sweetheart. I am going to make him suffer for all the hurt he caused you. Nobody hurts my kids and gets away with it. Your time is up you sick bitch",Dad advances as warriors line up to help. I watch Warren cackle and look at Angie while licking his lips. Silas moved in front of us and cracked his neck. "Move boy," Warren growls. "Make me old man," Silas smirks as he watches Warren. The fighting started, and I held Angie protectively as rogues spanned out eying us. Angie whimpers in my neck, and I rub her back, trying to soothe her. Jack moved mom to a seat beside me, and she hugged us. I co

He reveled in the chaos and turmoil he had instigated, relishing the prospect of engaging in battle. "Ah, the righteous hero emerges," Eros sneered mockingly. "Do you honestly believe you stand a chance against me? You underestimate the power of the Eirian and the depths of my wrath." Nostrils flaring, I fought to control the rising anger within me. Every fiber of my being urged me to protect my loved ones, to stand up against the injustice that threatened to tear my family apart.

“What? Too afraid to take me on? I know you’re all angry with me. I can feel it. How about you let your wolves release some of that pent up aggression?” Without another word, the gammas charge at him. I cover my mouth as the wolves leap on Ansel’s massive golden wolf. They bury him under their bodies, but before I could cry out, the pile started to shake. Gamma after gamma lands in a thud on the ground as Ansel kicks them off. He stands and wipes the blood from his snout. “Oh, so close, but you’re going to have to do better than that,” he mocks. “On the field, use that inner anger. Challenge it, work with it, not against it. I would lie down my life for every one of you, but I want to never

“What is this? Feeling like a pathetic superhero who failed to save a victim?” “I could have done something!” I roared with anger, my vision turning red. I swept everything off the table in one violent motion, scattering the contents across the room. My chest heaved, my fists clenching, and that did nothing to lessen my anger. Not even a bit. I wasn't angry at the annoying look on Richard’s face. I wasn't angry that he was speaking to me like I was throwing a tantrum. No, I was angry that he was right. Yes, I felt pathetic because I couldn't save her, even though I'd promised I would.

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

I tagged several more staff in the group chat who also had the same kind of rare blood as Chloe. [@ZoeSmith @JakeMartinez, aren't you both RH-Negatives too? Why aren't you going?] [Or are you both into Chloe too?] RH-Negative blood had always been precious. If they had been willing to go, they would not have been stirring things up in the group chat. The moment they saw that, they panicked and quickly argued back. [Exactly. Why should we be forced to donate?]

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.