Angry Symbol Anime Novels & Stories

I am so fucking sick of this stupid fucking symbol! I grabbed the picture from the wall and threw it through the air. It smashed against the wall on the other side of the room, exploding into a thousand small shards. All of my anger and pain bubbled to the surface. Heat swept through my body making my bones ache. I lifted my chin and screamed. The high-pitched shriek burst from my mouth and filled the room. The windows shattered and a whirlwind of cold air came flying in. The air whipped around me like cracking ice, slicing through everything in the room just like a hot knife through butter. The shrill scream reached its crescendo, as the fierce tornado of my own making blew out the walls of

“Because I am angry. Because I want revenge! I want to find whoever I deem fit to pour out all my anger on and blame him for everything. I want retribution, and to prove to everyone that I am worthy of this power!” “Then use that. Let it fuel you. Let that rage and anger be your driving force.” As Alicia’s conscience grew resolute. She tightened her jaw and clenched fist in both of her hands, as she visualized every individual that she deemed worthy to blame for all her anger. As the two sat on the edge of the hill, Asobi looked down at them from one of the temples. His hands were tucked inside his robe. He faintly whispered to himself. “Finally,”

I had no idea what the liquid did, but I had a feeling that it would make a statement. Angel used the blade to carve a symbol right underneath her collarbone. Then Angel’s glowing hand was pressed on the top of it. It caused Sharice to scream. We could all smell the burning of flesh, but none of us gave a shit at this point. Grant passed me some hot tamales before popping some in mouth. He was right. This show needed some snacks. “Now, each time I snap my fingers, this heat will burn though your body. Might want to stop fucking with me,” Angel said with a smirk.

Confusion etched across his face as he struggled to comprehend the emotions swirling within Arina. Arina's heart surged with anger, her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she listened to his words. The revelation hit her like a slap in the face, igniting a fiery rage within her. Without a moment's hesitation, she lashed out, her palm connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap.

THUNK! "You missed me~" She teased. "Shut up…!" CLANK— CLANK— THUNK— THUNK— THUNK—… …The symbols are almost completed. "Hah— Hah— Hah— Hah—" It's getting harder to breathe. The damage on the lungs is spreading… "Nice try~" Suddenly, Night Fury tapped my shoulder from behind. "Kuh…!" I immediately swing my blade at her. CLANK! Nice— that was the last outer symbol…! Now… the circles…!

Arina's POV After that we reached home in no time. I am not sure why but Romano is looking really angry. This is what I have noticed about him, he only feels this one emotion... anger. How I wish I can give him a nick name... Angry bird! But I can't, because then my dead body will be disposed in a nearby dustbin and that is not something I want right now. As we got out of the car and entered the hall Lucia became excessive clingy to him again.

After kicking Angus, Andres said with a smug but hypocritical smile, "Angus, I'm sorry. I could not help but hit you a little harder just now." Although he apologized, his face was full of contempt. Seeing that, all the disciples of the Pure Yang Division present were extremely angry. They pointed at Andres and shouted. "What a fake!" "How despicable can you be?!" Angus was also furious. He struggled to stand up and spat coldly, "You just won by a fluke. Why are you so proud?" As soon as he finished his words, Angus wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He lowered his right arm and waved his left arm. A long purple sword appeared in his hand.

My agony turns to anger by seeing the way Professor Ahan and Rylee are laughing at me. I slap Ellen, and luckily the sound of my slap stops the horrific laughter of the two insects instantly. “I’m ashamed to know that this handsome face is just to cover up the rotten personality of yours.” Hatred for him covers my face. Frustration and anger are clogging my throat. I storm out of the room, hoping not to see them again in my whole life, my footfall resonating loudly in the subsequent silence.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, but everything is annoying me, and I’m finding it hard to contain myself. ‘Pull it back, child; you can do it,’ ‘What do you want? Why won’t you tell me who you are?’ Whoever the male is who speaks to me never tells me his name. He won’t answer when I ask; he merely changes the subject. Fuck, am I losing my mind? ‘You’re not losing your mine, Anja. My child, you must control the anger, for letting it out could mean the end of those you love. Look inside yourself, Anja; you know it to be true.’

“You fucking daughter of a stripper! You’ll see what I do to you!” Her eyes blaze with fury, her face contorted in a mask of rage. The venom in her voice is evident, each word dripping with hatred. I can see the veins in her neck bulging, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turn white. She is trembling with anger, barely able to contain herself. I chuckle, amazed at her audacity, her blatant disregard for the situation she's in. Her anger only fuels my resolve, strengthening my determination to see this through.