Novel & Cerita Angry Thor

His blood boils more because of that scene. He told the driver to get there as faster as he can because he can feel himself wanting to confront someone. Another message was sent to him by someone and it was also a video of his girlfriend twerking and moving her hips in front of a crowd of men like she is some sort of prostitute. “ I need to go inside!” he spat angrily at the bouncer who demanded him to show his i.d.

The human version of Hulk as the announcer had called him. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, like a predator ready to devour its prey. He had eliminated four men before me. I was the last guy on the list since my entry came late. I hadn't planned on going to fight but after Kris shut me out, I needed to take my anger out on something or particularly someone. I'd never been good with anger management. When vexed, someone dies. It's how I'd been trained. The bell went off signalling for the fight to start. Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face.

I don't want to give up on my revenge either. Angel wakes up and grabs his head, and I do the only thing I remember. Very quickly, I launch myself at Angel, who opens his eyes wide in astonishment to rip out his throat, but I'm still in the air when the crack of bones reaches my ears, and I can't resist looking. Sonny takes advantage of my exposed neck and, opening his mouth, rips my throat, I shift and choke on my blood, trying to breathe. My eyes lock on Ulric, who has just arrived. Tears ran down his face.

The punching bag before me sways on its chain, covered in indents of my fist. I imagined it was Vincent's face. Vincent and his stupid smug smiles. Vincent and his stupidly attractive face. Urgh. He's so annoying. I imagined punching the living daylight out of his face. Never have I wanted to hit someone as much as him. “You're angry today,” Athena comments. I turn to her and grin through the mask. “I am. Someone has been getting on my fucking nerves lately.” Someone knocks on the door. “Miss Thorne? May I come in?”

Air leaking out and failing me, because that time it hurt worse than turning for the first time, stunned with the brutality, and I’m going to rip that mother fucker’s god damn throat out. Somehow, I manage to inhale a breath so my lungs inflate, and push my shattered fractured bones back together enough to heal again, but that internal energy I could feel building, suddenly encases me fully with every step it takes towards me. My anger knows no bounds anymore, and I focus a rage comparable to the fiery depths of hell right at that monstrous asshat. It’s around me, shrouding me, like a veil I can almost see, translucent, yet it’s tingling my skin, urging me to wrap it up and haul it in. Feed

Heat surged in my chest, anger replacing the fleeting warmth I’d felt for him. “You’re such a bipolar asshole!” I spat, my voice shaking with fury. “One minute you’re saving my life, the next you’re acting like I’m dirt. What the hell is your problem?” Alex moved so fast I barely saw it, his hand closing around my throat, lifting me slightly off the ground. My breath caught, my hands scrabbling at his wrist as panic flared in my chest.

The sky was red like fire as the suns went down. I stood by the window ever since I left the supposed funeral. The air was quiet. But inside my chest, the anger still burned. It was not sharp anymore. It was slow and steady. Like a warm coal deep inside. The door opened. I did not need to turn. I felt him. His anger filled the room before he even spoke. Alpha Thorne walked in. The door slammed shut behind him. Eren, who was folding clothes near the bed, jumped. Her hands shook. She bowed fast. “Your Majesty.”

My anger boiled in my blood. My breathing quickened. “Fucking motherfucker!” I was startled by the growl coming from Lud. While my face burned with anger, my hands turned cold. What I wasn’t expecting was Thayer squeezing my hand and planting it on his lips. His gesture was sweet and comforting like he was telling me that everything was going to be okay.

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.

My heart thumped painfully in my chest, waiting for the moment when he would react. It didn’t take long. He stiffened beside me, fists curling tightly at his sides. I saw the tension coiling in his shoulders, the way his jaw worked. I had never seen him like this, not so raw, so untamed. The grief, the anger, the helplessness, all rolled into one force. “This… this is bullshit!” he spat, his voice rising. He slammed his palm against the arm of the sofa, rattling the frame. I flinched at the violence of it, knowing he could have smashed the room if he let himself.