Angst Novels & Stories

The rush of blood sears my veins. My throat tightens under the suffocating weight of anxiety, and I summon every ounce of willpower to steady my breathing even as a fierce ache threatens to consume me whole. My heart pounds frantically, a relentless drumbeat of fear that makes me question if this agony is destined to haunt me forevermore. The cruel ministrations of Saint have pushed me to the brink of what I can bear, stretching the very limits of my endurance.

*flashback over* With disappointment now mingled with confusion, Augustine's anger swelled, threatening to consume him. In a fit of rage, he let out a furious roar, the sound reverberating through the lab space. His arm swung forcefully, sweeping across the nearest countertop, causing chaos to erupt as beakers, papers, and equipment crashed to the floor, accompanied by the shattering of glass. The physical manifestation of his anger mirrored the shattered remains of his expectations.

PENELOPE'S POV~ I saw rage building in Angus, it was like watching a volcano about to erupt. His eyes turned from a warm brown to a dark, steely gray, and I could see the tendons in his neck tensing with the effort of controlling his anger. His teeth clenched together, grinding against each other with a terrifying intensity. He took a step forward, as if he were about to pounce, and the snarl that escaped his lips sent a chill down my spine.

Angelo hovered over me, his breath reeking of alcohol and weed. I was beginning to panic and tried to get up sharply, but he held me back down. He was enraged, and as much as I was repulsed and angry at him, I felt so scared.

Dylan Fairway My brain feels like it's ready to explode, the voices never stop and the burning from the mate mark on my neck has me feeling irritated. I pull the hood up over my head to hide from anyone who tries to interact with me. I make my way over the town centre as the rain comes down biblically heavy, bouncing off the ground. The shadows feel like they are moving, stalking me almost, the voice laughs at that thought. The sound grates on my nerves, the cold emotionless sound of the one who haunts me.

The office, draped in rich, dark wine wallpaper and bathed in soft, muted lighting, felt almost stifling—its silence thick with the residue of unsaid thoughts. Her mind raced, a tempest of anxiety and doubt swirling chaotically in the aftermath of recent days. She cast furtive glances at Dynasty, who was unsettlingly still, her gaze locked onto an invisible point as though bracing for an impending deluge. Angela pondered in dread how long this icy calm could persist before it shattered, unleashing a fury that could rival any tempest.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

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“This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?” “We get it, okay? He’s bad,” Anja droned, rolling her eyes once more and turning to Zoe. Her perfectly laminated brows wiggled in anticipation. “So, was it massive?” The pink rouge spreading across her cheeks and the giggle that slipped through her pursed lips gave away more information than she would’ve divulged.

There were so many thoughts in my head. "All my inside guys, let's rally at my office for a brief talk, lock all the entrances and exit because I don't want anyone leaving this building until I say so!" Angelo said. He was paranoid. I couldn't believe having such a job, and everything was falling apart. I might just fall apart as well, I thought. We headed for his office and waited for him there. Everyone's face spelt fear and there was tension all around. It was overwhelming for me because I could sense all of it and was taking in mine too. Being a wolf wasn't always pretty, I guess.