Fury Of The Storms Novels & Stories

Fury roared in wordless exultation, his own spirit blazing with predatory possession so absolute it threatened to unravel my restraints and burst free in an unstoppable tsunami of dominance. With an ear splitting boom, the facility's entrance shattered before my unstoppable charge. Fury was in complete control now, our unified purpose obliterating all desires for subtlety. He would not be denied from claiming his birthright, not when the ultimate culmination of our species' upward ascent pulsed so tantalizingly close! Shrieks and panicked screams echoed through the sterile corridors as I barged ahead, riding the currents of Fury's unearthly senses toward the epicenter pulsing brighter with e

The image of Ameera's devastated expression and Veronica's fearful eyes fueled the inferno within him. Haider stormed outside the room, his fury reaching new heights. The weight of his anger bore down upon his shoulders, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. Every step resonated with an unyielding determination, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path.

I said, my tone deceptively light. I stepped to the edge of the boat, the stormy sea stretching before me like a mirror to my soul. Wild, churning, uncontainable. The rage within me boiled, a cauldron of fire and I let it rise. Power surged through my veins, raw and untamed, filling me until I thought I would burst. My hair danced in the wind, my nightgown billowing like wings of a vengeful spirit. My eyes blazed, twin flames reflecting the fury I had suppressed for too long.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

She narrows her eyes at me and I know whatever is coming won't be good. “It’s her again, isn't it? Even as kids it was always her. Answer me?” She screams at me, as she marches towards me. My wolf is growling at her disrespect, even if she is our Mate we don't care. She stands inches from me, rage is all over her, I catch her wrist as she goes to slap me.

I close my eyes, focusing on her fingers soothingly stroking my hair and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. Raven Anita had fallen asleep on my chest as light rain pitter pattered against the windows. The trauma of that night still haunts her. Storms, like the one that just passed triggers PTSD attacks. I’m the only one who can calm her down. She’s been to an odd number of therapists but none of which can help her.

I could see my words struck a nerve, the shock in his face is evident. “You’re fucking crazy, I wanna see my girlfriend, NOW!” “That’s not going to happen. Firstly because you have no girlfriend, secondly because the woman you are referring to is now with me and thirdly…well that’s simple, I am karma.” Before Ethan could say another word I surprised him with a throat strike, not one strong enough to kill him although I am more than capable of that, but one which had him gasping for air and rolling around like he was being beheaded.

***** KADE Fury. Unbridled white hot fury unlike anything I had ever felt before was coursing through me on a closed circuit. I had my walls firmly in place to block out as much of my emotions and thoughts as possible incase anything slipped through the bond, but that was the best I could do. The bitch would die for this – for the pain she caused my mate as well as throwing her past onto the fucking walls as if it was primetime television for her own amusement.

she muttered in a worried tone. Freya Allan shook her head negatively. "Please I'll do whatever it takes to get my daughter even if I have to lose my life in the end." Hestia nodded quitely. "You've to tamper with the fire... I've done it once and lost control and almost burned the world to ashes because I was so hurt by your father's betrayal in short don't let your emotions consume you." Freya nodded quitely. "The fire erases everything about you and I don't want you to let it take you Freya Allan."

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.