Fury Of The Small Novels & Stories

Everyone held their breath, and only the sound of my heart beating hard could be heard. Xavier slowly released Madam Frost and turned to me. He moved toward me, each step like a call of death as his eyes turned extremely cold and dangerous. "I warned you. I warned you not to touch another person of mine. I warned you not to take another person away from me." His voice was deep and deadly. "So, tell me, how should I kill you? How should I torture you and make you beg for death?!" He grabbed my neck as he pushed me against the table.

Something in me howled with need, but my fear— and soul shattering —was stronger. I thrashed beneath him, panic swelling in my chest as I screamed, “Let me go! Please, just let me go!” However, he remained immobile. His hold grew stronger, and I observed the fierce struggle in his gaze—his inner Lycan striving for dominance, craving to possess me. I kicked and clawed at him frantically, trying to break free. My chest pounded with fear as I was reminded of the terrifying memories of feeling trapped and powerless.

- 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.

Luna’s POV Fury blazes through my veins, scorching me from the inside out. Every inch of my body feels like it’s vibrating with anger as Dante drags me through the dimly lit hallways, indifferent to my struggle. He doesn’t care—about my fear, my defiance, or my will. I’m nothing more than something for him to control, and the way he acts makes me want to scream. But the tape over my mouth keeps me silent, suffocating my rage.

His fury was a tangible thing, a suffocating wave of righteous anger that washed over the cold, sterile space of my self-imposed exile. I didn’t even flinch. I stood unmoving before the grimy window, the bruised knuckles of my fists white against the cold glass, staring out at the turbulent, unforgiving sky. The storm clouds gathering overhead felt like a fitting reflection of the tempest raging within me, a visual representation of the chaos I had unleashed. “You son of a bitch,” Ryder snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated with barely suppressed violence. His silver eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, were now blazing with a raw, untamed fury.

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

,she whimpers sadly as her hand holding the gun shakes. "I can be what she is Jonathan, she is pleading, I can be all that and more. Just add me and I swear if after a month you still feel the same I will leave and never come back",Fury is pissed as he growls at me. We add her we lose Kat and I don't want to lose her Jonathan he says growling.

These were predators who had planned every single step. I did not sleep well. Morning came anyway. Zane knocked at six forty with coffee and the blue dress and a look that dared me to argue. I took both without a word. I was saving my energy. I was going to need it. The executive floor of the Fury stadium was quiet at eight in the morning. Glass walls, thick carpet, the kind of air conditioning that cost a fortune to maintain. I had delivered paperwork to this floor exactly once, in my foam suit with the left ear drooping, while a coordinator stared past me like I was furniture.

Why do they look so tiny? She quietly enjoyed the look on their faces. The fear in their eyes gave her an even more deeper satisfaction. They looked as though they've seen a ghost. Her main target was the king. Xerxes studied her for the moment she didn't make a move. This is the biggest wolf he has ever set eyes on. Black wolf with huge claws and teeth. Pointed ears and sharp fangs. Red eyes that matched the fury in them. This can not be. “Verdugo?”

Billions evaporated in a single afternoon. Adrian’s chest heaved with barely contained rage. His broken nose throbbed under the bandage, his split lip stung, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the inferno consuming him from within. He had built this empire on blood, fear, and ruthless calculation. And now it was slipping through his fingers because of one woman and the man who dared to take her.