Fury Novel Novels & Stories

Fury added before turning his attention back to his prize. "Deny it all you want! I can smell it..." Fury moaned, pressing my body to hers. "...Your arousal!" My free hand slipped between her legs, the instinctive moan leaving her lips, making me grin, which only widened, feeling the wetness pooling between her legs.

Bleed and beg for mercy! A piercing pain flashed through my chest. So deep that Fury almost tripped over his own feet. He kicked her, and we felt it! He fucking kicked her right in the ribs! Something snapped, and even Fury`s vision darkened. There was nothing but instinct, sound, and movement. A roar shook through the trees; rage was all I felt. All he felt, the next thing I knew, fresh blood filled my mouth. Flesh tearing, bones breaking between my jaws. Snarling screams and blood. Blinding rage, blood lust, and the need to kill. It was the only thing on his mind, the only thing on mine! I had felt her pain, her pain! He heard her rib break, the pained scream that left her lips before he

Dazed, she slowly rose to her feet, giving a small shake of her head. She was still struggling to clear her brain when there was a blur of motion. Damn. Flynn was trying to escape. Fury boiled through her. A white-hot, ancient anger that carried the force of a volcano. This was the evil monster who’d cursed her. He was going to pay.

Shame and anger swallowed Thomas’s reason instantly. Then, he suddenly saw me stepping off the team bus. He froze, his chaotic eyes erupting with pure hatred, as if all misfortune had finally found a face. “Jane? It’s you… You’re watching me, laughing, right?!” He shoved the man aside and drew a rusty spring knife from his pocket, flicking out the blade. Dragging his broken legs, he charged at me in a twisted, insane rush. “I’ll kill you!” The team and security reacted immediately, easily subduing the frail, desperate man.

" I reached for my phone, but he noticed immediately. So, he swiftly knocked it out of my hand, sending it skidding across the floor with a swift kick. Fury surged through me. In a moment of desperation, I sank my teeth into the flesh of his hand. A faint sweetness filled my mouth, and a sense of dizziness washed over me. 'Damn it. He has added drugs to the skin of his hand.'

Goddess, this had become one of my favorite pastimes. Ziyah removed her hand around his throat and drops of crimson fell down his neck. The silver made it to where he would not have access to his wolf’s healing. “I told you that he would kill you once you struck me, but he’s not the one you have to deal with right now. It’s me.” Fury was building up in her system, and I definitely would not want to be the one in that chair. He was attempting to put up a brave front, acting unaffected as if he had not a single care in the entire fucking world. We saw the truth though. He was a nervous fucking wreck at being within the clutches of the woman that he abused. “Let’s get started,” she purred.

Nikita, was unmoving, her face streaked with tears, her body locked in a prison of despair. A predatory growl tore free from my chest, a primeval force that had lain dormant, now awake and furious. I surged forward, hands seizing the man in a grip that promised retribution. The world narrowed to the single purpose of my rage, fists pounding with ferocity. The man's face became a canvas of bruises and blood, his cries of agony lost beneath the symphony of violence. Some instinct whispered to me to stop, yet I couldn't—each strike a catharsis, a vow that Nikita would not fall victim again. My fury ruled until the man's life was spent beneath my unyielding fists.

“Exactly, Isabella. That is why I will take everything that belongs to me, including you.” “Then you must succeed in killing me, Francesco, because there is no way I will let you win.” I watch as he offers me a dark smile as he says, “How I like challenges!” And just like that, he lunges at me, fighting with all his might. Meanwhile, Sonya and the others are busy killing rogues since Francesco gave the order to attack them specifically. Fury runs through my veins as I scream, “ENOUGH!” And I take him by the neck with the power of my mind. I leave him levitating a couple of feet while holding his neck.

We fought with desperation and unwavering loyalty, each member of our pack unleashing their fury upon our adversaries. As the battle raged on, Darius revealed his true strength, matching our every move with calculated precision. He had chosen his side, but we refused to let his betrayal define our fate. In a final act of defiance, I lunged towards Darius, our fangs clashing in a furious clash. Our struggle echoed through the cavern, an embodiment of the clash between loyalty and treachery. With a final surge of strength, I managed to overpower him, pinning him to the ground.

He ran away with Sophie’s sister? Sage’s eyes moved rapidly over the handwritten lines, his emotions shifting from disbelief to shock to fury. White under his tan, a pulse beating like a sledgehammer in his temple, he got halfway through the rest of the letter before a growl escaped the confines of his throat. He screwed the paper up and tossed it away, then stood there, eyes closed, his breath dragging in and out. Only respect for where he was keeping the litany of curses inside his head as he clawed his way back to some sort of control.