Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

I guess anger is the superior emotion. “Don’t scream at me! You're the one with the itchy back!” I yelled at him. “Well, mind your business!” he hollered. It was working, I think. “Well why don't you stop complaining like a child! And reach the itchy spot with your claws huh?” I barked back, he was glaring so much that his eyes started to glow and this time they weren't golden —They were orange. I knew it! Fox! His claws drifted out his hands and he growled at me.

Lucas tried to explain to Chad. "What happens when you snap? Do you recognize what's going on between your Wolf and human?" Chad asked, suddenly curious. "My human gets angry at what it wants to, which works up my Wolf. After that my Wolf gets stronger the more my human gets angry. If I get too angry, my Wolf craves blood, flesh, death. My human tries to reason with my Wolf. Usually it does the trick, but there are times, like last night, that my Blood Wolf comes out. If that happens, it's all over for those who provoke me. There are rare times my human prevails, but at great cost to my human." Lucas looked down, ashamed.

"Sammy?' I get closer. When I'm close enough, I try to reach for her. Her head whips around snarling and growling. Her wolf is out. I jump back at the sight. Her face is twisted in anger, her canines are out and her eyes are glowing pink. Fucking hot pink! "Sammy?" I say as my eyes widen.

"S-sir Ignis, please have m-mercy. My throat is h-hurting, you know..." "Then stop talking." He said, his eyes glaring, or at least that's what it looked to Mariana; his eyes didn't even wince. So how would she know? 'Would he leave me alone if he gets annoyed? Nah, I shouldn't even wait for that to happen.'

Even though Honey was technically safe, still she shared in her misery as he knew that Honey was in misery right now. "And who is this young man missing?" "It was Mark Bonson. We believed he was captured by the Black Wolf's Clan." Everyone gasped with pure rage as soon as those words left the Head lips. "Damn those Black Wolf's Clan member! They should really be killed!" "They don't have souls! The punishment must be delivered to them!" "I hope they'll die and rot in hell!" Several White Wolf's Clan member had started voicing out their frustrations and rage. Murmurs started to arise but then his father suddenly shouted at the room.

he shot back, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and disappointment. “I didn’t lie to you about having the pack, Halfdan. You were just greedy!” I snapped, my voice rising with the intensity of my frustration. Halfdan’s reaction was immediate; he swiftly raised his hands in a gesture of disbelief, then let them fall back to his sides. He was panting heavily, his face flushed and eyes bloodshot with barely contained rage. I had never seen him this angry before. His anger seemed petty to me, especially given how he had neglected the pack’s needs himself.

It perfectly describe personality of the resider. I tried to remember what happened with me and the last thing I can reminisce was the anger. Anger like never before. I find myself very patient as compared to the aggression in the werewolf community, as with the dominance of power comes the aggression which with training has been under control, only the high ranking wolves are more aggressive in their demeanour. As far as I can remember I have never been the one to get angry. But this anger was justified, this was the anger at the danger that my family can potentially be in. Again remembering the implication of yesterday's meeting... I can feel my anger rising again to the level of insanity.

he said, a sly grin completing his increasingly annoying, lecherous expression. When his words came out, a shudder of anger ripped through my heart. Instantly, feelings of jealousy mixed with anger struck, shaking the sense of calm that previously existed. My eyes narrowed, and my face wore a stiff expression, conveying disapproval of policies that seemed to take away my rights. However, I also knew that answering with anger would only strengthen his position. For a moment, I could only stare at him, struggling to control myself and maintain my authority as a male wolf.

I could see that he was growing very frustrated. Suddenly, I noticed something in his eyes. I knew he sometimes had trouble controlling his anger, but I didn’t think that would happen during a sparring exercise. Before I could stop the exercise, he spun and threw a punch with full force, throwing Jasmine back. Everyone gasped, noticing what happened. I shifted into my wolf in anger, tearing my clothes, and attacked him. I grabbed him by the center of his body with my mouth, swinging him violently and throwing him into the grass. I had to stop myself from killing him I was so pissed.

He says softly as I blink innocently. “Alone! Without your dog present!”He says as my nostril flare in anger. The entire diner collectively held its breath Including me as I try to control my breathing for approximately three seconds before exploding in anger. Is it a good sign if my Fox supposedly wants to kill a man who claims to be my mate? No. No it’s not! So instead of unleashing my anger I just laugh. Hard before giving him an unimpressed stare. “Absolutely not.”I say coldly, all the friendliness in my tone gone now.