Angry Thor Novels & Stories

he yelled at me. I wasn't surprised. Thorne had always been this way. He always got angry and wanted things to go his way. I didn't know if it was because he was raised that way since he'd be the next Alpha of his pack, but it was really heartbreaking to see him getting mad at me over a small issue. That was the red flag of Thorne. He gets angry easily and always wanted things to go however he wanted, without caring how the other person feels. "You've got nothing to talk about with this fool . Let's go. I want to spend time with you." His tone dripped with authority, like I was a possession he owned.

I hate being bothered by flies! I kicked him off me--- only to see the tail ends of Kendrick’s wolves hightailing it out of there. Fuck! Thor was on me again, apparently pissed that I ignored him. His teeth sank deep into my flank, ripping away some of the flesh. I howled, as pain short through every fiber in my body, which seemed to amuse the fucker! Asshole! Suddenly, Thor was knocked off me by a huge gray wolf, who easily ripped into Thor like he was made of paper.

His hand clutched the door handle tightly as if anchoring himself to reality. "What's going on here?" he asked, his deep voice booming and authoritative as it reverberated off the walls. His intense gaze landed on me, and I could see the shadows of fury darkening his features. "You're not going anywhere, Thalia," he growled, the tension in the room thickening with each word. His anger was almost palpable, crackling in the air like electricity.

We headed straight for Thor’s study, and the moment the heavy doors shut behind us, I felt his rage so thick it pressed against my skin. Thor stood by the desk, with rigid shoulders, his eyes glowing in different sparkles that screamed nothing but horror and danger. He was fuming. No, raging. The kind that swallowed reason whole. I barely took two steps forward before he was on me. His hand shot out and closed around my throat, lifting me just enough for my toes to scrape the floor. “What’s your intent?” he growled, his voice vibrating through his palm. “You dare make associations with my frenemies behind my back?”

I couldn’t believe how, in seconds, my day could change so quickly. My chest became sore from the anger building up inside of me. It was like my chest was caving in from the feeling of not being able to protect myself—what would my mom, the greatest warrior, think of me now for giving up so easily? I took a deep inhale, using the last ounce of strength I had left, pushing out all of the anger left resting inside of me.

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur

Alpha Zika said, smiling at me as he woke from his seat. I was about to return a smile when I caught Thor staring at me, his hand in a tight fist, and I finally had a picture of what must be going on in his head. He was jealous, and I would have found it cute if he didn't look like he wanted to murder Zika and Ramis. My gaze followed Alpha Zika out the room and so did Thor. He didn't look away until Zika was out the door. Then he eyed me, his eyes raging with anger, and I swallowed down my fear.

he rumbles into my ear. Fuck, this man. “Thor, I swear, I will give you the deep-throating of your life when this meeting is over. But we have to learn what the angels found out and how we’re proceeding in the war,” I say, trying to wiggle free. “You know—blood, guts, hacking demons to pieces. The good stuff.” That gives him pause. I can almost hear the internal gears grinding. The only thing more tempting to Thor than sex is a really good battlefield massacre.

Blake ask me with the tone of care in his voice. I clenched my fist and walked away. Blake is calling, but I am not looking at him. I keep walking until I reach my table. I sit down and take a deep breath. I get enraged every time I hear about the werewolves. I'll never forget how they killed my parents. I really want to get even with them, but I don't know how to tell if someone is human or a werewolf. I've heard they're allergic to silver. It's their flaw. Maybe I can use my silver knife on my house.

“I’m done.” I walked out angry.