Fury Novel Novels & Stories

Rage. It wasn’t a wave; it was an explosion. A supernova detonating behind my ribs, incinerating shock, fear, guilt, everything but a pure, white-hot fury that turned the air to ash in my lungs. It flooded my veins, burned my vision crimson at the edges, vibrated in my clenched fists. After months of freedom, of rebuilding, of carefully stitching myself back together, shattered in the space of a single heartbeat by the man standing before me, cloaked in the obscene disguise of a benefactor.

"I am just looking out for you." "Then stop! I can look out for myself, Nolan. I am grown. I am capable. Stop looking at me as if I am a damsel that needs saving all the time. It is wearing fucking thin." I growled back and flung myself off of the couch. Fury entered his eyes then. They glowed their beautiful blue. His wolf was so close I could almost touch him. That's where all our anger came from. From our wolves who wanted something whilst everyone else denied it.

It was always yours. The duel stretched long, brutal. Her opponent fought like a wolf with nothing to lose—snapping, tearing, dragging her down again and again. Her breath came ragged. Her body screamed and then, something broke. The Fury roared to life. It burned through her muscles, through her lungs, through her very bones. Fire and shadow spilling from her like wings unfurled, her eyes lit with that primal blaze of power no council decree could deny. She struck. A blur of claws, of teeth, of force that wasn’t just hers but something older, deeper, carried in her bloodline. The courtyard lit with the violence of it, wolves stumbling back, shielding their eyes from the storm and when it cl

Fury was a vicious curse. It could wake the sleeping demons inside you. Making you burn in fire and just like that you feel like scorching everything to ashes itself. A treacherous voice that leads you to demise. Sheer silence surrounded them as her heavy breathing was the only noise. He barely even blinked before the string of sanity snapped; what just happened registered inside his mind. Her eyes widened when a calloused hand wrapped around her delicate throat and her back was slammed into the wall knocking the breath out of her.

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.

A flash of what had happened the previous day flashed through his eyes as he remembered the things that had happened in his mansion ~~~~ Fury blazed in Anthony's eyes like golden fire as he slowly tilted his head to the side, glaring daggers at the woman he had his fingers wrapped around her neck. "I offered you a cheque to leave, yet you persist in trying to extort more money from me. You are so worthless, Aysel. Such a greedy person. And to think you had the audacity to hurt her? My fiancee! Do you know the gravity of what you've done? You are going to regret this d…" He remembered being interrupted by Aysel's frustrated retort coming out of her gritted teeth. "Enough!" Her eyes were red a

Dragon Fury is a constant amidst the frustration of always being permeated by this intense pain from the past, the memories of the hot sand against your face under the scorching sun making adrenaline run free through your body when you receive the order to pull the trigger. It's so It's disturbing to feel how something is terribly wrong, maybe it's the need for adrenaline or the hatred running through your veins, but finding Fort George full of Italians scattered around corners is not a good sight. Since we set up the club, we have shared the city under the control of the Italian mafia, it was difficult to conquer a space, but we were not going to leave behind the gringos. Gradually they rea

Fury shifted her legs to hook loosely around his shoulders then changed positions from his knees to hovering over her pussy, pushing her knees higher, holding her wide open. Ellie worried he’d kill her with raw pleasure. She couldn’t take the intense feelings he created. They were too strong to withstand. The man knew how to hit her “on switch” so hard she didn’t think anything could turn her off. She knew her fingers tore at his bedspread, her nails digging into the fabric. It took everything she had not to clutch at him, too afraid she’d scratch his skin. “Fury!” she screamed. Her body jerked under his mouth as ecstasy tore through her, wave after wave. The climax hit so strongly that she

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

someone shouted, and chaos erupted. They came from everywhere—bursting from the trees, a wave of snarls and claws, eyes glinting with feral hunger. The pack scrambled, some shifting, others drawing weapons, but the Bloodfangs were fast, ruthless. A massive wolf lunged at us, teeth bared, and Lucian met it head-on, slashing its throat in a spray of blood. I spun, yanking my blade free, and drove it into the side of another charging figure, its howl cut short as it crumpled.