Fury Novel Novels & Stories

And I would lie if I tell that every moment she doesn't make me feel like a damn lucky mate, because this amazing woman is mine. I meet his eyes and nod once. “Then let’s find her.” But before I can even take a step forward, suddenly something hits me low and hard, slamming into my chest and curling like smoke in my lungs. It claws up my throat before I even know what it is. Fury. Not the loud kind. Not fire bursting in your gut or screaming through your ribs. This is cold. Sharp. Quiet. It moves through the bond like a blade drawn slow. I taste it on my tongue... metallic, bitter, laced with something dangerous and unforgiving.

- What are you doing? - Trying to give you a kiss. - Don't do that. Alex would not forgive me. Fury rolls his eyes. - Isn't that what you just did? Kiss him without him knowing? - It's one thing for me to kiss him, it's another thing for him to kiss me back. - Fury shifted and his huge body, covered in smooth and glossy black fur appeared. “Let Hell out. He is whining for me.” Micky knew it was true. Hell cries every day for lack of contact with Fury. Hell was totally submissive to Fery, and wanted him.

Fury burned in his chest like lava and his hand shot out to grip her by her throat. He slammed her back against the wall with an icy glare that would have made lesser beings cower in fear. The force of the impact was staggering, rattling the very foundations of the room. Splintered rained down in a fine dust but Knox paid it no heed. His focus was solely, terrifyingly, on the woman before him. His eyes burned with an unbridled rage, an intense fury that seemed to sizzle in the air around them like charged electricity. The very atmosphere of the room shifted. It grew heavier and more oppressive as if the air itself was bowing to Knox's will.

It wasn't rage; it was the sudden, terrifying manifestation of pure, annihilating fury. Every muscle in his body seemed to lock, vibrating with contained violence. The air around him crackled, growing perceptibly colder. His face, already pale, drained of the last vestige of color, becoming a mask of white marble carved with lines of pure, homicidal intent. His eyes… Oh God, his eyes. The void vanished, replaced by twin furnaces of incandescent, frozen fire. They blazed with a light that held no warmth, only the promise of absolute, merciless destruction. It was the fury of a god denied, of nature itself unleashed. It was primal. Elemental. And it was focused entirely on Carl Riggs.

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

They were creatures of nightmare, of darkness and death, and they wanted me. But Hayden wouldn’t let them have me. With a snarl, one of the furies lunged again, her claws slicing through the air. Hayden met her with a fierce swing of his sword, the clash of metal and magic ringing out like thunder. The fury shrieked in pain as Hayden’s blade cut through her, her form dissolving into shadow before my eyes. But there were still two more, and they were relentless. “Hayden!” I cried, fear choking my voice as I watched the remaining furies close in.

Fury ignited inside me, aura stirred, pushing to the surface with a force I had never felt before. Without thinking, I lunged at Alpha Derek, my entire being fuelled by rage. He was strong, but my hatred was stronger. We crashed to the ground, a feral roar tearing from my throat as my wolf instincts took over. I clawed and bit, every movement a blur of violence, driven by the need to protect Lydia.

GIOVANNI Fury seethed through me like burning inferno as I stood face-to-face with him. My anger boiled over, a raging tempest that threatened to consume me whole. Every fiber of my being screamed for violence. I wanted to lunge at him, grasp his throat, and stop him from existing. I yearned to snap his neck severely, to rip him limb from limb, and to watch as he disintegrated into nothingness. The air around me seemed to vibrate with my never contained rage. My head screaming at me to destroy him. To punch him, smash his face until he became a fucking puddle.

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.

Their lips only centimeters apart but then a loud blare broke the moment so harshly. Noah jolted as he snapped his eyes open. He was shocked at his own reaction. Benjamin got himself up and dashed out of the washroom. Only if his phone had not ringed. "Fuckkkkkk". Noah cursed out loud smacking his palms on the cold marble. And he didn't know why he was so disappointed. Just then his own phone rang. He saw Finn calling him. "Coming". He barked. ************** Tabby