Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

The red-furred wolf knew this would anger the leader, so she turned her head to look at the leader. From the eyes of the owner of the red wolf, he also knew what to do. She looked at the wolf with the yellow fur and gave an order. “You go ahead!”

Jerome asked with a twitched brow, they both looked weak. Their injury is dripping blood from it and they need a rest. Angrily raising aloft my hands I banged furiously on the door, almost knocking the door down. My teeth grind furiously, patting my back Jerome tries to calm me down. Inhaling and exhaling, I fight back the anger trying to take control. I need to be calm! I mumbled in my head repeatedly. My anger knows no bounds, my friends are in pain and my mate is severely maimed, he needs immediate attention, and the owner of the house is locking us and leaving us out here.

Death would've been angry. Parker stumbled back a few more steps and his lips pulled into a thin line. "Piss off," Raven yelled over to him. "Who put a penny into you, hello kitty?" he called cruelly and this time it was my turn to be pulled back. My skin burned with the anger that had festered dangerously inside me since meeting Deshawn. My nails dug into the palm of my hand and I gritted my teeth. The drizzle of rain fell onto my skin but not even that diminished the anger. Not even when Taron murmured calming words in my ear or when Deshawn put a hand on my shoulder did I calm down. I couldn't. The beast had been released from the cage and even if all my anger wasn't targeted at Parker, I

Rarely did I get to see them in their unhappy, going-to-bite-you state. Pannera had no trouble showing she was pissed. Fangs sprouted from her mouth. Not just her canines, but all of her teeth lengthening to pinpoints of deadly whiteness. Her eyes flared with power, skin so transparent her veins stood out in sharp contrast, pulsing despite the fact her heart didn't beat. She only showed a moment of her displeasure, but it was enough for me. Guess I wasn't the only one with a temper. "Our power, you mean." Her voice echoed in the stillness her show of anger left behind.

" he asked in a voice choked with anger. Oh no, he looks very angry. I cleared my throat as I saw his tense face. "Are ... you're the big gray wolf that came to the hospital last week?" I asked in a more polite voice. It seems the werewolf really hates dogs. His jaw was still twitching in anger. "Follow me," he growled without answering my previous question.

He looked with his bloody eyes at the one who ran away, quickly running towards them, blocking their way Fight me, you rewards! He screamed in his mind angrily, even though he knew they didn't hear him, but he was angry, blindly angry! They hurt his girlfriend, they simply hurt her! They wanted to kill her with the despicableness His anger increased, and his fur became black mixed with red, indicating his overwhelming anger A tear fell from his eye as he reached out and grabbed one of the wolves that howled for help To make it into guts in his hand and throw it at them