Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

The anger in me bubbled over and without thinking, I pushed him back and threw a punch in his face. He didn’t allow me to think too much before he swung his fist too but I was faster so I was able to avoid it and I slammed my fist into his stomach and he doubled over. “Liam!” I heard her cry out my name. I could feel someone holding me back. “This is the biggest mistake that you will ever make, Kane. I will make sure of it.” He said wanting to break free from the hold of the people holding him down. “Who is the pussy now?” I spat in his face making sure he heard me.

We both jump as the door bell rings again . "There is no one ...omg .. gosh " Peach said dramatically. "Hahahha ..dude ..21st century " I shooked my head chuckling and open the door wide to scold that ass "AHHH MY GOD JESUS CHRIST HOLY MUSHROOMS OF THE LAND ...F..F..F...FUCK YOU !!!" I took deep yet small breaths as i stood there panicked and scared . "WHO THE FFFF.....HELL ARE YOU !! ?" Peach yelled .

I bite the inside of my cheek, holding back my anger. After a few breaths, I turn to head to the parking area. The anger boils through my vines and I have to focus on my breathing. I cannot even believe that . . . wanker. What is her problem? She started all of this. I clench my hands into fists when I reach the parking area. Bloody hell. I have never been so livid before. I can punch through something. Preferably Allison’s face. I take my phone from my bag and unlock my phone. I notice a message from Cora.

“ Why are you crying ? “ asked mr Maurizio wen he saw his wife sobbing . Madam Carla turned her face towards her husband’s worried expression annoyed . “ I am looking at my baby’s photos . My baby who didn’t want to meet me because of you . My baby whose life got ruined because of you . “ said madam Carla angry with teary eyes . Mr Maurizio looked at his wife surprised as he never expected her to be so angry . He had never seen her be so angry before . “ Carla……I… “ said Maurizio taken aback from her anger and tears . “ I don’t wanna talk to you . I don’t even wanna see you until this mess is fixed . Until you fix the peaceful life of my son which you ruined . “ said madam Carla angrily .

I knew Luca was emotionally connected to this Aria, it was so damn obvious, telling from how affected he is right now. He didn’t shed a tear, or let out screams of anger. He didn’t do any of that, but if anyone was a little bit smart, from a single glance, they’d be able to pick up how extremely angry he currently is, which prompted me into remaining completely silent as I tried my best to comfort him. After a few minutes, his voice broke the silence, completely catching me off guard. “I’m going to make those bastards pay.” His voice was cold and alarmingly low as he spoke, reminding of how scary and dangerous Luca is.

The rink stretched out below us, a gleaming white battlefield where twenty guys in green-and-white jerseys were already carving circles into the ice like they owned gravity. I slumped onto the lowest bleacher, pulling my hood up. My phone buzzed—my best friend back home, sending the fifth crying emoji of the morning. I fired back: This is cruel and unusual. Send help. Or pizza. Preferably both. On the ice, the team moved like a pack of wolves. Fast. Loud. Terrifyingly coordinated. Sticks cracked against pucks. Someone shouted, “Left wing, Callahan!” and every head turned toward Number 17.

I couldn’t breathe. Luca’s eyes pinned me in place, a predator locking onto its prey, blazing with unrestrained fury. “Luca, don’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute. My pulse roared in my ears, each beat a desperate countdown. His lip curled, a low growl reverberating from deep within his chest. It wasn’t just Luca standing before me—it was him and Amarok, their anger fused into one volatile force. His eyes glowed red, smoldering like embers ready to ignite. My heart clenched painfully as his voice thundered through my mind, relentless and sharp.

Bella, furious beyond sense and reason, marched toward the golden peach sculpture with determined steps. She grabbed it with both hands, her fingers wrapping around the cool metal, her face twisted with anger that made her features harsh and unrecognizable. "Looking at the sculpture makes me sick!" she cried, her voice shrill and cutting as she raised it high above her head, muscles straining with the weight. She was fully ready to smash it onto the floor, to watch it dent and shatter. But just as she swung her arms downward, gathering momentum— A voice thundered from the entrance:

"Break his limbs into pieces and hand his fur over to my claws so I can finish him off myself! I will make his soul wish he were dead!" Rocco, a super scary warrior with a thick beard and giant fangs, glares dead at my face. "You have some massive nerve touching young Mr. Blackfang, stray. Get down on your knees this instant and beg our pack for forgiveness. That way, maybe Mr. Blackfang might let your friends keep your corpse in one single piece."

“There are guards everywhere! Alphas from two packs! They’ll rip you apart before you even reach the gate!” “Then let them try,” I said. I yanked my hoodie off the chair and shoved my feet into my sneakers. The empty scared feeling in my chest was gone. All that was left was this hot, angry burn that tasted like metal. My wolf—the one I’d spent months trying to keep quiet—was right there at the front of my mind now. She wasn’t scared. She was pissed. She wanted her mate, and she didn’t give a damn about diamond heiresses or border treaties or any of it.