Fury From The Deep Novels & Stories

Daphne clutched at him, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on. "Faster," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, faster." He gave in picking up the pace hitting her pleasure spot and sending her into heights she could only imagine. He kept up the pace till they were both lost in the rhythm of their union. Esch thrust sent waves after waves of pleasure crashing over her, threatening to drown her in the sea of ecstasy. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body becoming tensed in anticipation. "Come for me," he growled, his voice raw with need. "Let go."

"They didn't retreat. They just moved out of the way to let the big gun through." Outside, the weaponized hurricane suddenly stopped. The torrential rain paused, suspended in mid-air by a massive, localized gravity-well. The green-lit water of the crater began to boil. Rising slowly from the depths, dwarfing the grounded Ark of Neo-Angeles, was a machine forged in the absolute, crushing darkness of the Mariana Trench. It was a colossal, biomechanical leviathan a submarine dreadnought designed like a massive, armored deep-sea viperfish, its hull bristling with heavy acoustic-siege batteries.

The Sun’s Fury was a warship built for speed and violence. Its hull was plated in gold-flecked steel, and its sails caught the relentless tropical wind, driving us deeper into the Dragon's Tooth Archipelago. I stood at the prow, the salt spray stinging my face. I was back in uniform, not my Onyx General’s blacks, but a lightweight linen tunic and trousers Kaelen had provided, dyed a deep crimson. A borrowed sword hung at my hip.

His massive, obsidian-clawed hands were dug deep into the curved hull of the Typhoon-class sub, but the metal itself was liquefying, tearing away under the cosmic stress. "ELENA! RUN! That is a command!" Killian roared, his golden eyes blazing with a desperate, protective fury as the void began to consume his legs, his golden aura flickering as the deep cold of the Abyss began to suffocate his fire. "No," I said, my voice barely a whisper, yet it cut through the cacophony of destruction.

The towering figure in the pool shrieked; a sound like tearing metal and lunged forward with her entire mass, a tidal wave of violet code designed to crush the console and everyone standing near it. "Now, Lucian!" Maya roared. Lucian threw his entire weight against the final seal. With a sound like the earth cracked open, the deep-pressure salt-gates blew. The cold, black water of the deep Tyrrhenian trench; untouched by the surface violet slush, pure and pressurized by the weight of a miles-deep ocean rushed into the submarine pen from below.

Fury roared in wordless exultation, his own spirit blazing with predatory possession so absolute it threatened to unravel my restraints and burst free in an unstoppable tsunami of dominance. With an ear splitting boom, the facility's entrance shattered before my unstoppable charge. Fury was in complete control now, our unified purpose obliterating all desires for subtlety. He would not be denied from claiming his birthright, not when the ultimate culmination of our species' upward ascent pulsed so tantalizingly close! Shrieks and panicked screams echoed through the sterile corridors as I barged ahead, riding the currents of Fury's unearthly senses toward the epicenter pulsing brighter with e

“Then take every inch.” He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying his thick cock balls-deep into her tight, soaking cunt. Isabel cried out in pleasure, back arching, walls clenching greedily around him. “Yes! Fuck me hard, Adrian! Fill me!” He pounded into her with savage, punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loudly. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he fucked her deeper, faster, the table creaking beneath them. Isabel pushed back against him, moaning shamelessly, her breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust.

Keondra stepped back in a low whine. She stood before the mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection that stared back. The glassy surface revealed a creature that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The fur was matted with blood, her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a piercing red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. Red saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a sticky thread that clung to the furry chin. Her gaze wandered down her body, taking in the thick, muscular limbs, the razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished bone.

Coward. The fourth challenger shifts into his wolf, a medium-sized grey and black wolf. I immediately shift into my giant, black wolf. The challenger took a step back after seeing my wolf up close. I could sense he didn’t want to die. He isn’t fighting by choice. I decide to pounce on him, and I go for his neck. I sink my teeth in, but I don’t rip his throat apart. I slice into him and stop before I do permanent damage. His wolf passed out and I dragged his body over to Aurelian and Lucas.

Literally animals, at some point. "I swear on my life, I didn't know what was going on either," he lies as I try not to lose my shit, but I'm not succeeding. Memories start to come flooding into my head and I get angrier and angrier, "I swear on my fucking life... ouch, fuck!" I jump on him like a monkey and I start unloading my fury on his stupid body and head and face, not caring that I'm completely naked. I punch him, trying to make him hurt or bleed somehow.