Fury Novel Novels & Stories

Fury—quiet, restrained, but unmistakably present—flashed in the way his jaw clenched, the way his shoulders stiffened. Whatever composure he wore as armor began to crack, as if seeing the evidence of Malachi’s violence written so plainly across my skin made something inside him shift—something dangerous and barely held back. Alejandro’s voice rang out like the crack of a whip. “Do you call this apologising?” he thundered. His words echoed. The air trembled with tension—charged, breathless—unwilling to interrupt the fury that had just been unleashed. I remained where I was, crumpled on the ground, my palms stinging from where they had scraped against the gravel. My breathing was shallow, quic

My gaze meets his in the rearview mirror, and I can sense the turmoil etched upon his face. His eyes, once filled with youthful innocence, now betray a tinge of sorrow. The bond between siblings, once unbreakable, is now strained by the circumstances that have unfolded. "I had no other choice, Ethan," I respond my voice a fragile thread of emotion. "I couldn't breathe in that house anymore, suffocating under their disappointment and judgment." His grip tightens on the steering wheel as he guides us through the bustling streets, a subtle backdrop to our conversation. The city, with its towering buildings and bustling rhythm, serves as a testament to the journey I am embarking upon—a journey t

The hurt in my chest escalate from a dull throb to a burning pain - faster than lightning bolt. I fall to my knee before Tasha and everything comes flooding in my head at once and I am dizzy. I see myself burn the Vahemir and every threat, I see myself running insearch of Tasha, I see the countless time I almost killed Tasha in my sleep, the fear in Tasha's eyes she tries to hide each time she wakes up, I see the head and the successor of the Darc and the El Musharc's family chaining me to something as they carry out a spell to unlock my powers and my memory. I see the rock breakfree and something else took over as rage grips me and keeps me hostage. I become a slave to rage, hatred and bloo

Scarlet knew that, in moments, if she didn’t do something, she would be hurt. Something inside her snapped. She didn’t understand what it was, but it completely overwhelmed her, an energy flooding through her, rising up through her feet, up through her legs, her torso. She felt it like a searing heat, shooting through her shoulders, her arms, all the way to her fingertips. Her face flushed, the hair stood on end all over her body, and she felt a fire burning inside. She felt a strength she didn’t understand, felt herself to be stronger than all these men, stronger than the universe. She then felt something else: a primordial rage. It was a new feeling. No longer did she have a desire to get

“If it is corruption, why does it feel like power? Why did we fight as one? Why does the bond exist at all, if not meant to be?” Gasps. Shouts. A staff nearly flew from someone’s hand. The ground trembled. A low growl rolled through the chamber like distant thunder. Rowan stalked through the doorway, broad shoulders taut, eyes glowing molten amber. He looked every inch the storm she knew him to be—hands clenched, jaw set, fury radiating off him in waves. “Because fate doesn’t care for your laws,” he snarled. “And neither do I.” Chaos erupted.

"It's been over a year, but sometimes it feels like yesterday." I reach out, hesitating for just a moment before placing my hand over his. His skin is warm, his knuckles rough under my fingers. "Tell me about her. If you want to." Yuri's eyes meet mine, surprise flickering through them. Then something softens in his expression. "She was fire," he says. "Quick to anger, quick to forgive. She would curse me out for leaving my boots in the hallway, then bring me coffee an hour later like nothing happened."

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

I wasn’t too sure anymore as I strode away from the Fen Cottage with the intent to kill and spill a lot of blood Nothing was registering apart from the intent. That need. They would pay. The pain these fucking creature hunters inflicted on my family would not go unreturned. I would give it back to them a thousandfold without batting an eye. Without a shred of mercy. I would do it even if it meant it was the last thing I do. I would do it. With glee. With fucking pleasure. All around me, I was hearing voices, bits and pieces of conversations that barely sank into my mind that was already devoured by my fury and need to kill.

DARIUS POV Scraps of paper are flying all around me. Splintered furniture is scattered all over the floor. Dust particles from the wall being punched repeatedly fill the air. My office is no longer a quiet sanctuary; it is a portal of chaos and fury. I can’t stop. I need to destroy everything. If I stop, I will feel everything.

That only left Canada, which was dominated by cats with only two vampires throughout their territory. The front doors opened and Ivan swept into the room, bringing his own dose of energy. His eyes went to Marcus before slowly sweeping the room. He moved aside and an unknown vampire stepped forward. "Kill him." Vorlyk spoke with barely controlled fury and took a step toward the intruder. They faced off, two deadly foes with enough power to kill hundreds of humans and beastkind. Vorlyk's power flared, making his hair ruffle like there was a windstorm in the room.