Fury Of The Small Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

"I lost my parents too in a car accident and ever since that day I've been raised by my father's brother and his wife they always treated me badly." The thought of a younger version of Freya being harmed made me and Axel mad. She looked up, giving me a small smile. "But don't worry about it, I'm over it." I wanted to believe her but I couldn't. She didn't have an outlet to release her anger and pain like me. Killing other people who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as me always lessened the pain. She licked her lips. "But this doesn't answer my question" she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

The fury in her eyes. The venom beneath the surface. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

So, you think one sentence like 'I don't care if you can have children' will tie me down, make me grateful, and have me stay to clean up the mess you and your mother created. "Erick, do you really think I'm that stupid? After everything you and your mother did to me, you think I would still forgive you?" My gaze was sharp as a blade, cutting straight into him. Erick was left speechless. His face flushed, then turned pale again. Finally, embarrassment turned into anger. "Jessica, why are you being so harsh? I've already lowered myself and begged you. What more do you want?"

“If it is corruption, why does it feel like power? Why did we fight as one? Why does the bond exist at all, if not meant to be?” Gasps. Shouts. A staff nearly flew from someone’s hand. The ground trembled. A low growl rolled through the chamber like distant thunder. Rowan stalked through the doorway, broad shoulders taut, eyes glowing molten amber. He looked every inch the storm she knew him to be—hands clenched, jaw set, fury radiating off him in waves. “Because fate doesn’t care for your laws,” he snarled. “And neither do I.” Chaos erupted.

I felt the fury come up. Not the small concentrated kind I had felt before. This was different. This started in the chest and moved outward and it was not hot, it was very cold, very focused, the kind of cold that does not burn itself out because it does not need to burn. It was the fury of someone who has just had the final illusion removed. The illusion that the people in power were operating from principle rather than from the simple desire to put things back in the order that benefited them. They were not afraid of the bond.

JARED WATCHED As the two opposing teams collided with each other like two rams engaging in the fight of locking horns. The fight wasn't going as planned but it was fair enough. The lady with the sword had jumped so high over Ruby before she could reach her. He had not seen anything relating to the woman being able to oppose the law of gravity for few seconds when he surfed through her mind. It was probably because of the boots she was wearing and she would have been a perfect match for Santiago since he could jump high also.

Fur Dem trotted up and sniffed her face, whining at her as if asking what was wrong. "I just need to rest for a minute." "I'm not feeling so good," she slurred, trying to reassure her companion, but her tongue felt thick and the words were hard to get out. Cherryl tried to reach out and calm the worried animal, but she couldn't seem to lift her arm. Right before the darkness crowding in on the edge of her vision took over and she lost consciousness, Cherryl could've sworn she heard panicked voices. ***** Robinson's Pack

In that unspoken exchange, they draw strength from each other, their love serving as an unbreakable bond. Liam's voice cuts through the chaos, his tone a fierce battle cry. "Protect our pack! Stand your ground!" The clash of fur and fang fills the night as the Red Teary Moon Pack fights valiantly, defending their territory with unwavering determination. The forest reverberates with the sounds of snarls, the thundering of paws, and the echoes of battle cries. Emotions run high as the pack members unleash their primal instincts, their loyalty to one another binding them in a fierce unity. They fight for their lives, for the bonds they have forged, and for the hope of a future free from the sha

I angrily cut her off again before she could finish what she was saying. I don't know what is really wrong with me these days, I easily get angry for no reason. I'm sure that even the maid was as shocked as I was, I didn't expect to burst at her like that. This hormones is badly killing me a lot these days, I don't know how to stop it. I hate it when I bark at people unnecessarily. I've started to see my self as Aryan who shout at people for no reason.