Fury From The Deep Novels & Stories

It shouldn’t have made him angry. But it did. Fury rose inside him, slow and controlled, like water swelling behind a dam. He growled, deep low, rage and fury at what he saw. Ready to strike.

Gold and blue, black and silver, they tumbled through the air, smashing against each other in blinding speed. Above, Angelica pinned Fury against the wall, a hand at her throat. “You’re just a messenger,” Angelica spat bitterly. “You don’t get to play god.” Fury grinned, even as her feet dangled inches above the ground. “Like I said, I quit,” she grinned, and then Angelica surged gold power down her throat. Fury let out a scream that I felt in my soul before going silent. Angelica discarded her to the floor and landed gracefully next to the still body. Then her eyes snapped to me.

- What are you doing? - Trying to give you a kiss. - Don't do that. Alex would not forgive me. Fury rolls his eyes. - Isn't that what you just did? Kiss him without him knowing? - It's one thing for me to kiss him, it's another thing for him to kiss me back. - Fury shifted and his huge body, covered in smooth and glossy black fur appeared. “Let Hell out. He is whining for me.” Micky knew it was true. Hell cries every day for lack of contact with Fury. Hell was totally submissive to Fery, and wanted him.

*FREYA* When I finally open my eyes I feel like I've been hit by a truck. My body feels numb and I cannot fucking move a muscle and I don't know why. I wince in pain when I detect the pain between my legs. What the hell? Memories of the dark tide start flooding in and I close my ears blocking out the man's nasty voice. He can't hurt me anymore and I made sure of it whatever I'm feeling right now is just fear and nothing more.

Zane moved through the system the way he moved through a defensive line, reading the gaps before they opened, committing to the decision a half second before anyone else saw it. Fifteen seconds. "There," Zane said. His fingers hit three commands in fast sequence. The countdown stopped at two seconds. The number sat on the screen, frozen, while Zane exhaled through his nose and rolled his neck once. Then the first deep explosion hit from below. Not the terminal. The rig itself. A concussive boom from somewhere beneath the waterline that rolled through the metal floor and into the soles of my feet like a physical warning. "It already started," Sloane said.

As far as she was concerned, they were all crazy and she wasn't going to be a part of this anymore. "I'm leaving" she said. "If he won't compel her, then I will" Mark said as he began to walk towards her. Fury shot through Samson as soon as Mark touched Isabella. Without thinking Samson lunged at him, and with a loud thud they both crashed onto the hard floor. “Don't touch her!” Samson’s scream echoed in the room. He flashed his fangs and snarled, pinning Mark underneath him as he pummeled him with his fists. His friend’s arms came up in defense, trying to shield his face.

For the harsh words, the cold fury, and I was expecting to see the man who always knew how to cut the ground from under me. But what I saw froze me. His face… wasn’t angry. It was broken. The sharpness I had come to expect wasn’t there. Instead, his features looked weighed down, dragged by something far heavier than fury. His eyes weren’t blazing, they were tired, rimmed with something that looked too much like pain. His shoulders slumped, as though the steel rod that usually kept him so tall and untouchable had finally bent under pressure. He walked back slowly, each step deliberate, like his own body resisted moving closer. When he reached the sofa, he sank into it, not with the elegance o

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

I didn't even blink. I just stared straight into his eyes. "Cum for me, Daddy," I moaned. As he kept ramming into me, his thrusts became harder with every second. Almost immediately I felt his warmth inside of me, and in the next second he sank his canines into my neck again. This time, harder. Deeper. "Ah!" I screamed, pain rushing through my veins. For a brief second, my vision blurred. I slid my eyes shut, and that was the last thing I knew.

another one of the men growled, his voice thick with anger. “She must be a spy.” a third man agreed, his eyes shooting wrath from their depths. “Then we must get rid of her at once.” the second man proclaimed, and I watched, with wide eyes, as he pulled a dagger from his belt, the blade gleaming menacingly in the flickering light. “No, I—” I started to say, but my protest was cut off.