Angry Thor Novels & Stories

Kat laughed. "you mean the crazy cunt that attacked a pregnant she wolf, their eyes widen, she knowingly busted in my hospital room then when I got home she attacked again and aimed a kick for my pregnant belly so no I won't share him or accept her in. She needs to die",I'm shocked and slightly aroused. Mate is hot when angry Fury moaned. Fuck yeah she is. They left after I ordered them out. I just sighed and pulled her into my arms kissing her head. I'm not giving her up no matter what.

"Apparently not." His jaw clenched so hard I saw the muscle jump. I could almost feel the anger radiating off him — not at me, at everyone else. The air around him thickened, grew heavier, more dangerous. His wolf was riding close beneath the surface. I could feel it even without one of my own. "Why do they hate me so much?" The question slipped out before I could stop it. Thor looked away. I swallowed hard. "What did I ever do to them?" Nothing. His silence answered for him.

Victor stepped out, in anger. “Olivia,” he growled, his voice like a thunderstorm. She froze, her body shaking as he approached. “You really thought you could run away?” he said, his tone low. Victor grabbed her arm, pulling her close. His grip was tight, and the heat of his anger radiated off him. His face giving aura of obsession. To Be Continued...

Though she knew it was not the right moment to lose her temper, she clinched her teeth. Anthony Lucas forcefully hit the table with his hand. Suddenly, the entire room was silent. "You're all members of the Lucas family, and today is my mother's birthday," he remarked. No matter how much you often dislike us, you all have to put up with it today! Get the hell out of there, whomever can't accomplish it!" Anthony was still in charge of MC Enterprise and had decades of expertise in the business sector. No one dared to cause him any more trouble after he lost his temper. They all remained mute.

I needed to do something to show Sebastian that I was the only one for him. My anger boiled within me like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. The intensity of my fury consumed my very being, and I felt as if I could incinerate everything in my path. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. The sound of my own breathing filled my ears as I tried to calm myself down, but the rage was too strong.

I notice a new person with that bastard Denver Wangley, who has dared to talk back to me even after witnessing the personified death itself. “Yes! I am asking you! Because I don't care who the hell are, because you have interrupted something very important to me and it makes me so mad and angry. And when I am angry then I don't care who is standing in front of me, as I just go crazy and beat the shit out of anyone who dares to come in my way, like this–”

INEZ I saw rage, fury, and madness. His eyes were lit on fire. The look that he had on his face made me wanna run away from him. He was glaring at them without even blinking for a single second. His hold on me increased but it was very gentle. His clenched jaw was strikingly noticeable in the dark. He was pissed. Mad. I never thought you could see a real monster who is angry beyond repair, yet here I was in the arms of one very angry monster. He was fuming. His hot breath kept hitting my forehead. His chest was rising and falling constantly with all the heavy breathing.

“Maybe that's why no one has ever loved you, you drive them away with your stubbornness.” The sting of his words made me flinch. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “I—” My voice caught in my throat. Anger surged through me, stronger than I had ever felt before. I tried to swallow it down, but it burned, filling my chest until I couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, I turned on my heel and dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. My heart pounded, and the anger kept growing, building into something I couldn’t control. My skin felt tight, my muscles tensing, like they were about to tear apart.

Because you choose to. Theron's claws retracted slowly. He stared at his hands for a long moment, then sat down again, closer this time. His shoulder brushed mine, and I felt his warmth through the thin fabric of my shirt. I am tired of being angry, he said. His voice was low, almost a whisper. I have been angry my whole life. At Marcus. At myself. At the world. At every wolf who looked at me and saw only the monster. I do not know how to be anything else.

My throat tightened, my hands landing a punch to his ribs, my chest aching with the fury of his betrayal, my heart racing with the resolve to end this, to get what I came for. “You bastard,” I growled, my voice raw, my eyes blazing, my throat burning with the weight of my anger, my chest heaving as we broke apart, panting, my jaw grinding, my hands trembling as I wiped blood from my lip, my heart pounding with the need to stay focused. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” I said, my voice low and venomous, my eyes blazing, my throat burning with the weight of my accusation, my chest aching with the need to break him.