Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

I won't let him, I am afraid he will give the woman the same treatment he gave her mate. I hold him tightly and pat his back like a child I am trying to comfort. This makes him relax in my hands. ‘My mate has serious anger issues.' I thought. “But it was hot though, the way his muscles flexed as he punched the guy." My wolf chimes in my head. “He almost killed a guy, in front of his mate and child. How the hell do you see that as hot? It was fucking animalistic." “Whatever." She says nonchalantly.

I yelled, ignoring the stinging pain on my swelling lips, as I kept banging the carriage even harder. “Shut the fuck up, or I'm going to rip your mouth apart!” An angry voice groaned. I immediately recognized the voice. It belongs to Piro, the guy that attempted to hit me this morning. I scoffed louder, “I dare you! And watch me rip your stomach apart and feed you to your fellow wolves!” I restored it harshly. He let out a dry chuckle, and I sensed he was amused at the way I talked back at him without fear. “You really got a sharp tongue, and it hurts me that I can't even vent my anger on you.”

And he was breathing heavily from his nostrils, his shoulders, back and arm muscles, taut with repressed emotions. I watched as he started to calm down, his muscles shrinking back to his human size, the dusting of thick dark fur receding back into his skin. His breathing slowed down to a much healthier rate and he turned to me now, his eyes back to their usual grey colour. He was panting and he looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, I should be able to control this by now. I was just so pissed." "You don't have to be sorry," I insisted, "you were angry, you needed to let shit out. You didn't hurt me, so there's nothing to be sorry about."

her grasp tightens and I try to claw at her face, struggling for breath, panicking, momentary blacking out before she is hauled from on top of me by two strong arms and lifted high up into the air. “Enough! She didn’t do this anymore than I did!” Colton’s voice cuts through her hysterical squealing and he drops her on her feet away from me. Standing between her and me as he turns to her and tries to reason and shut her up. His whole body taut and alert, as though he’s ready to take her on, and I’m not sure it won’t go that way. Females when angry tend to turn and attack, even people they love. It’s how disputes are resolved most of the time among wolves. Physical fights are the norm, even be

She tried to convince him but a sudden clash made her jump up in fright as if it was been targeted at her head. She had known her brother all her life, his sadness was very different from his anger. He would only cry when sad but when angry, he would willingly give up to his wolf just to calm himself down. Unlike other werewolves, he never run kilometers to calm his anger down instead he breaks things, cutting his wolf self which could be very dangerous.

Su Lan looked at the monitor where the unicorn was shown and prepared to head out. Pom Pom ran up to Su Lan and hugged her foot. Pom Pom looked up with its round puppy eyes and tilted its head to the side. Su Lan picked up Pom Pom and ruffed his head. Su Lan: “I am not angry anymore. Don’t worry.” Pom Pom very realistically puffed out air from its mouth and used his paw to pat his chest. Looking as if he was relieved.

The reminder of his son, Dante, once falling in love with a lowly, rankless wolf was a bitter pill to swallow. Unable to contain his rage any longer, Donovan lunged at the old man who had spoken with such insolence. He pushed him forcefully to the side, igniting a chaotic scramble as other pack members rushed to intervene. Donovan's eyes blazed with fury, his muscles tensed and ready for the fight that was about to unfold.

POV ALPHA DAMOM Damom had barely left through the pack’s gates, and an uncontrollable wave of fury hit me like a storm. My hands were shaking, my wolf roaring, hungry for revenge, wanting to explode out of me. In an instant, I found myself breaking everything around me—chairs, tables, bottles. The room quickly turned into a field of wreckage, shards of glass and broken furniture scattered everywhere. The sound of things shattering was a relief to the crushing weight of anger in my chest, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing seemed to be.

he began, but I couldn’t bear to hear that excuse one more time. "Forget the pup, Percival!" I exploded, my voice rising with raw emotion. "I honestly hope it doesn't make it out alive! You couldn’t resist the temptation of a heated moment, and now this! I’m sick of it!" My anger flared, unfiltered and unrelenting, as I lashed out, feeling more spoiled and entitled than ever. There was no empathy left in me—not for him, not for this wolf.

I could almost taste the rage and anger in the air, as Damien tried to lounge for him again. He was prancing, shaking with rage, while Angus didn't even look at him. A coy smile was on his face, as he raised an eyebrow at me, as if asking me—no, taunting me, 'is this your alpha?' I knew telling Damien to stop would be futile, so I didn't bother with that. The next time, Damien lounged himself at him, both claws extended and a bitter snarl on his face. Angus' huge frame didn't slow him down from side stepping and then grabbing the back of my mate's head with his large paws.