Fury From The Deep Novels & Stories

"The deep belongs to the lineage that conquered the land!" I reached out, my palms hovering over the churning, dark surface of the sea. Deep below, the thermal surge from my blood found the pockets of sulfur gas trapped inside the trench walls. The sudden, extreme heat caused the gas pockets to expand violently, detonating the very ocean floor beneath the sea-wolf fleet. A massive, towering wall of boiling mud and superheated black water erupted from the abyss, tearing through the sea-wolf flagship's void-iron hull and shattering its pressure seals with deafening, metallic screeches.

The Alpha King stood alone in the blood spattered chamber, chest heaving, eyes glowing gold with barely contained fury and something far more dangerous underneath. He didn’t know what the hell had happened on that battlefield. But he felt it. Strong. Insistent. Burning. And he hated it.

I dug my heels into the mattress and met every thrust, pushing up with my hips. “Fuck!” he shouted. “Goddammit!” I pushed harder, my hands digging into his ass and yanking his body deep inside mine. It was all very visceral and feral and completely wild. I had never been more excited in my life. When he finally erupted deep inside me, it was with a loud shout. I wasn’t sure who yelled louder. We were both arching and shouting until he collapsed beside me.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.