Fury Of The Small Novels & Stories

I stepped harshly on the brake pad and in other to avoid hitting the truck, I turned rigorously and ended up blacking out at the last moment. ***** DELIA "What is wrong with that man?" I yelled and threw myself on the bed. "Why is he so obnoxious and proud? What's he even feeling like?" I groaned and buried my face in my pillow. Andrew made giggling sounds. He was playing with his toys while Levi was playing with my heart.

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.

She could feel it coursing through every nerve in her body. Rage grew thick in the room and Dominique tried to run. A steel grip landed on the terrified wolf's arm and deadly blue eyes flashed. They drilled into the woman holding the key to the front door. The red haze Emily knew so well was closing over her eyes. Control: she could not hurt Dominique. Breathe deeply in, out. She steadied herself enough to speak, "Get into the closet, and stay there. I don't want to hurt you." She released Dominique and walked out of the room placing distance between them. With each step her rage grew. A dining room chair flew across the room; the splintering noise only feeding her frenzy. The table landed w

If I could just get close enough, I’d make them pay. I kicked my legs furiously. “Let me go! I need to end these bastards!” My voice cracked from the strain, my whole body trembling with heat. My skin felt like it was boiling from the inside, fueled by the white-hot flames of fury burning through my chest. How dare he? Felix had the audacity to call me a monster when he was the one who drove me out of my own home, when he was the reason I had no choice but to leave.

Luna Alina’s POV Fury. There’s no other word to describe the storm raging inside me right now. My chest feels tight, my breaths sharp and uneven, as though I’m about to explode from the inside out. I can’t believe it—that filthy bitch came back safe and sound. How?

That his little runaway has finally returned? Then why does he look like he’s about to explode? His face is so red, I swear steam could be coming out of his ears. His jaw is clenched so tight, it looks like it might snap. And those silver eyes—those raging silver eyes—are practically glowing with fury. His body is stiff, his hands curled into fists at his sides, and I don’t even need to hear him growl to feel the storm brewing inside him. What the fuck? Fury slows as we approach, coming to a stop right in front of Jack.

Her expression darkened, and I could see the anger simmering within her through her eyes. “Because he’s a monster,” she spat. “Two-faced, vile, and cruel. He hides behind a mask of benevolence, but in truth, he’s bled this kingdom dry. The people are too scared to do anything, so we’ve formed a group of strong, brave souls to fight against the injustice he has wrought upon our kingdom.”

Though she knew it was not the right moment to lose her temper, she clinched her teeth. Anthony Lucas forcefully hit the table with his hand. Suddenly, the entire room was silent. "You're all members of the Lucas family, and today is my mother's birthday," he remarked. No matter how much you often dislike us, you all have to put up with it today! Get the hell out of there, whomever can't accomplish it!" Anthony was still in charge of MC Enterprise and had decades of expertise in the business sector. No one dared to cause him any more trouble after he lost his temper. They all remained mute.

She had lean muscles and a beautiful curvy figure that told me that she definitely was a fighter. “Nobody told me that the princess ate like an ogre” she speaks, with a hint of laughter still in her voice. I felt blood rush to my face. Maybe in another life we may have been good friends, but unfortunately not in this one. “Stay away from me Darynem”, I spit with disdain. I am surprised at myself. I am not usually a person with malice and rage within me, but for some reason, I have this inexplicable hatred for Darynem. Maybe it was because of the rigorous syllabus back in Anoryl that teaches us to direct all our fury at these creatures. Even in the scary stories for children, the monsters eit

Veilon looks down at the small speck of blood on his cuff, obviously unable to withstand the direct, piercing gaze of the Fury Leader. “Your furies are well trained. You did a great job repelling the second werewolf attack. It is surprising that you defeated them without any losses and only with melee weapons. he says, looking around the basement garage, littered with the corpses of werewolves. Lusters straightens his braids, which end in oblong metal tips. Fine carvings on them occasionally sparkled with shades of yellow.