Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

BEN POV I slam the door to my office before I flip my solid wood desk with one arm. My computer monitor shatters, and I roar out my frustration into the tiny space. Ace wants to run and kill something, but I push him down. I will let my wolf out later tonight. Right now, I need to work through my own anger.

She could be anywhere by now! I angrily removed my leather jacket and slapped it on the back of my bike. My hands flew in my hair, and I tugged at the roots, muffling a yell that threatened to escape my mouth. I wasn’t an angry person… usually. It was something I had prided myself on. Not a lot of werewolves could say the same. It was in our nature to be impulsive, manipulative and possessive. But whenever it came to Max, the careful and calm demeanour I had tried so hard to work on broke and shattered, revealing this ugly and angry side of myself I didn’t know I had.

He was pissed no he was fucking furious and I could feel the murderous intent filling the air as he growled deeply. "You know," Damen started as he started to crouch and I knew exactly what was going to happen. "I was going to let you live since you were my younger siblings. But your faces," His growl got deeper and fur started to stick from his body. "I can't fucking stand it and I'm going to rip your fucking face off." THIRD PERSON POV: Damen couldn't take it anymore, he fucking hated Drake and Lani and just hearing that comment coming out of Drakes mouth pissed off him and his wolf.

My anger rises again and this time I am aiming for the kill. My wolf fully took over and he was angry. He just wants to be with our mate. He digs his paws on the ground ready to attack. The bastard just smirks and the snapping of bones started as the big silver-white wolf appeared. He was a little bit bigger than my wolf but nonetheless. I will kill him and take off that smirk on his face.

He grabbed her arm, refusing to let go. “Are you angry?” Damon’s drunken, blurry gaze stared at her with a forced smile on the corners of his lips. His cheeks were strangely red. He seemed rather unlikeable in this state, yet kind of cute too. No one could possibly be angry with him, even if they were. “I’m not,” she replied. He was suddenly seized with anger and tightened his grip on her. “No, you have to be angry!” “Damon, what is wrong with you?”

Cameron's vein on his forehead pulsed with every breath he took, and his nose flared "Is your mate in trouble?" Beta Adrian asked. That was the only thing that he could think of that would rile him. Wolf always gets possessive of their mate and their anger is always uncontrollable when something is wrong with their mate, this type of anger is what Cameron is possessing. Cameron was known for being a peaceful man and easygoing, they could count the number of times that Cameron had gone angry but it's never like this.

He held my cheek gently, and with a soft tone, he spoke, "Are you mad at me?" 'Anita, does he have a split personality disorder?' I mind-linked my wolf. 'No, no matter how much he loves us, we should be careful around him. He has an anger problem, and he doesn't know how to treat his mate gently when he is angry.' "No, I am not." I heeded my wolf's instructions. "Really? Are you sure?" "Yes, Ace," I muttered. "Can I go now?" "Yes, sure,' he said, letting me go." On my way to my room, I met Mr. Scott.

My wolf growled threateningly at him, causing him to look up at me with that same stupid smirk. “Is this guy an idiot or what? Does he want to die at my hands tonight?” I thought within me as I weighed his reactions. I grit my teeth in anger, clenching my jaw tight as the dumb smirk remains plastered on his face. I want to smack it off with a punch while kicking him so hard until he goes unconscious. He doesn’t change his disposition, even with all the anger and fury on my face.

Glaring at Cassian, she snarled menacingly, "You little bastard! How dare you play a dirty trick on me by poisoning me? The nerve of you! I'm going to skin you alive and grind your bones into dust!" Cassian laughed scornfully. "Did you think I'd actually follow someone as old and ugly as you to South Daire? How dumb are you?" "What did you say? I dare you to repeat it!" Pomona fumed. She was so livid that she nearly had an aneurysm. In her many years of being alive, it was the very first time someone dared to insult her like that. "What's the matter? Are you getting deaf, too? Sure. I'll repeat myself. Hey, dumbo. How dumb are you, dumbo—"

any playfulness he might have had now gone as his face and features become stern and dominant. Yanking my arm free from his hold, I was seriously not in the mood for this. “Get the FUCK away from me” seething in anger I move to grit my teeth. My anger steadily rising. Raising an eye, I move to roll my eyes once more, heading for the sink as I did. Knowing I was pushing his buttons does he move to growl, “Drop the fucking attitude Bambina (Baby).”