Novel & Cerita Fury Of The Small

My vision became blurred, tainted by a red haze that clouded my reasoning and fueled my impulsiveness. And then, as if possessed by some primal force, like I had reached the peak of my frustration,I lash out. I slammed my left palm against the desk's surface with a deafening thud, the impact sending a shockwave through the room. Papers flutter in the sudden gust of air, a testament to the raw power behind my strike. A guttural roar rips its way from my throat, an animalistic expression of the rage that has consumed me. Fuyu lazily raised his huge head, tilting it quizzically at me. His unbothered and innocent expression stung really bad because one would think he was not responsible for anyt

Joshua Fury pov My dad is pissed at me again it seems as I stare at Claire my human mate. Yes a fucking human in my pack isn't exactly safe. Claire is tiny like Aunt May and my mom both look sad I'm doubting the mate bond. Why you ask? Simple she is human a weak , tiny but sweet human and I got enemies out the ass pissed because me Joshua Fury has a ultimate wolf like my dad does. Fury is his wolf's name and the pack is named after him.

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.

Fury rolled off him like heat from a fire. “Seize that damn woman!”

He looks to the little girl who is breathing heavily catching her breath looking at him with anger. He gritted his teeth and because he has no patience, he quickly moves towards the girl and clawed her chest. But, the little girl moves too late for the incoming attack. Instead of her chest, she got clawed by her right little arm that is now bleeding. "Ahhhhh!" The little girl screams in vain when the masked man steps her bleeding arm by the sole of his shoes. The man smirked and had no mercy doing that to a kid. He could have done worse than it, but he was hit by a man's muscular body away from the little girl.

Fury ran red inside my head, and all I could think of was killing the bastard and ending all this shit he had started. “Let go of me! You filthy bastard!” I screamed, bowing low my head and hitting the person holding me from behind. I might be a small woman, but the top of my head clashes with his chin, and a howl of pain follows after a crack, instantly dislocating his jaw. I seize their befuddlement and the knife I spotted from his belt, driving it directly to his neck.

"I just saw a video of you with those women at the club. Do you have no respect for our so-called marriage?" Xavier chuckled, a hint of arrogance in his tone. "Davina, you're reading too much into it. It was just a night out with friends." Davina seethed, her patience wearing thin. "Friends, Xavier? You're embarrassing me and undermining the entire purpose of our arrangement." Their argument escalated, each word a barb aimed at the other's pride and ego. It was a battle of wills, neither willing to back down or admit their true feelings. The tension between them reached a breaking point, and it became clear that their feud showed no signs of abating.

He spits red into the rain and says, “I’m going to rip your heart out.” Duke grins like he’s been waiting to hear that. “Then come try.” They crash again — harder, faster, unstoppable. Claws meet claws. Teeth flash. Blood sprays into the storm. Every strike is fueled by history, betrayal, obsession, and something darker tethered between the three of us. The battlefield around them becomes feral and modern at once — guns firing in the distance, wolves lunging under drone-powered floodlights, arrows slicing through rain like neon streaks.

The baby kicked a strong, confident thump against my ribs. "Then we end this," I finished. "For good." Ashren squeezed my hand. "For the pup," he said. "For the pup," I agreed. The Sun’s Fury hurtled through the void, carrying a dying man, a pregnant queen, and a wolf who had seen too much darkness to ever be afraid of the night again.

Not after everything. Then he saw me. Time stopped. The whole room disappeared, all those watching faces and held breaths fading into background noise. His nostrils flared once, then twice, and his face transformed. Recognition slammed into his features like a physical blow. Then fury, raw and ancient, tightening his jaw and his shoulders. But underneath, something else. Something broken and hungry and desperate that he tried to hide behind the rage. He moved.