Fury From The Deep Novels & Stories

The depths of his fury were unfathomable as he clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grip. The Range Rover shook violently as Haider's powerful punch reverberated through the vehicle. His rage radiated in the air, tangible and suffocating. The pristine interior bore the brunt of his unleashed fury, its elegant surfaces now marred by the impact of his wrath. "Sarah, you'll have to pay for this!" Haider's voice thundered, echoing with a ferocity that sent shivers down the spines of those nearby. The intensity in his eyes burned like embers of vengeance, promising a reckoning that would shake the very foundations of anyone who dared cross him.

Solo. My body hurts. My head stumbles. Lucas is in where? One hears a door creaking open. I sit quickly. It's him. Lucas here. His face is damaged, blood splattered over his temple. But his eyes, wild as they are, Very desperate. ravenous. Furious. He comes to me in a storm. down to his knees. Grasp my face between his hands. "Are you hurt?" He speaks in a raw manner. I give a shake of my head. "I—":

My mate tilts his huge gun metal grey head back and howls to the moon Goddess telling our team to start. Dylan’s wolf growls, dropping to a fighting stance the minute Clay howls. I don’t give him a chance to attack my mate. I leap at him, biting into his left shoulder ripping the flesh from it and spitting it out. It howls in pain but refuses to attack me.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

Deep’s father spoke. Dr. Reynolds took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the extent of Deep's injuries without causing any further distress. "I'll be honest with you. Deep has sustained severe injuries. He has deep cuts and bruises all over his body, indicative of a brutal assault. I honestly don’t know how he is even still breathing after all the torture he seems to have gone through. Additionally, several bones are broken, and there might be internal injuries we are yet to fully assess."

No, this ends now. Fury, like nothing he has ever felt, surges powerfully inside him, causing drastic changes inside his body. His claws shot out, his eyes turned yellow, and his wolf roamed on the surface, lending him the power he needed to fight the powerful foe coming toward them with vengeance of death. Kendra walks through the whole on the wall, her expression stormy. Nothing mattered but annihilating the one who dared to lay a hand on her mate. Felix shakes off the shock and pain of his landing, bounces his feet a little on the ground, and gears up to meet his opponent. Only he doesn't see her coming, and once again, he finds himself flying.

The bitterness coated my tongue as I spat out the next words, my vision swimming between Tristan’s stoic face and the dim glow of the bar lights behind him. “Assholes. Bastards. Fuck you. Fuck all of you!” “Watch your words,” Tristan said, his voice cutting through the haze. But even as I glared at him, there was no anger in his tone, no fire in his expression. Instead, his face softened like he was pitying me. That made my blood boil even hotter. I lurched forward, fists clenched, irrational and furious. “Don’t you dare pity me!”

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

The surface of the sea was boiling. A massive, terrifying geyser of thick, unnatural steam erupted from the center of the Mariana Trench. It didn't look like normal fog. It was heavy, bruised purple, and laced with the sickening, bioluminescent blue of the Leviathans. The Hive-Mind was literally boiling its own mass, converting the crushing pressure of the deep into an endless, rising pillar of atmospheric suffocation. The abyssal storm expanded rapidly as it hit the cold surface air, spiraling upward and blotting out the sun. It was an anti-sky, a sprawling canopy of dark, suffocating moisture that was rapidly spreading across the horizon.

Dominic had brought an arsenal with him, but Jake had his own stash of rifles and ammunition that he’d added to the stockpile. The SUVs were parked half a mile from the rail yard and the air tasted of iron and something gritty. The promise of rain lingered in the air and fog snaked between rusted shipping containers as they made their way forward on foot. The distant hum of freight engines vibrated through the ground, steady like a heartbeat. Sodium lights flickered overhead, throwing long shadows across the wet gravel. The men fanned out automatically as they neared the rail yard, and Jake watched as each man moved into position. This wasn’t just a debt being paid, this was something so muc