Novel & Cerita Fury Of The Storms

His words, his face—everything about him made me sick. I went pale and forced a smile. "I can forgive you. All it'll cost is your life." Emily's face darkened. "Nathan, that's enough!" But before she even finished speaking, Jake grabbed a vase off the table and smashed it against his own head. Blood ran down his forehead. Emily and my mother both screamed. A heavy slap landed across my face. For a moment, my ears rang so loud I couldn't hear anything. All I could see was Emily's face—pure disgust and irritation.

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.

Only forward. Only into the storm.

His voice was dark and moody, his blue eyes suddenly rising to meet her chocolate brown ones. Her tongue found her dry lower lip, and her pulse raced faster. With his hands so gentle on her, his gaze hungry and burning with stark desire, how did she know he was furious? Once the knowledge seeped into her, more pieces of the puzzle began to assemble themselves. The terrible fury of the storm had been his rage, volcanic rage seething just below the surface of what appeared to be perfect tranquility. She glimpsed it when her mind sought his, inadvertently touching without her intention or his consent.

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?”

not Isabel, not his past mistakes, and certainly not the man who stood between him and Cecilia. He had one goal now. And nothing, not even the broken pieces of his own heart, would stop him from getting it back. Isabel stormed into her room, her mind racing with fury. She slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the house like a thunderclap. Her hands trembled, her heart pounding in her chest. Anger twisted her insides, leaving her breathless with the need to destroy everything in her path.

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

Fervour froze everything in its path while Fierce sent ropes of electricity either side of it, frying and shocking whatever was unfortunate enough to be there. Fury had burst out in Lumpusberg with a dangerous, body-disintegrating tornado accompanied by a thunderstorm which caused destruction in the opposing army. Terry smirked behind his helmet and continued to fight. The Unbidden Army burst out at another border, the southernmost of the pack. The soldiers there were prepared and they fought back, aiming to push them away from the pack.

Finnick’s POV* I’ve seen storms, real ones, with thunder that strikes open the sky and wind that pulls trees from the ground. But this… this wasn’t a normal storm. No. The sky was too still. The air too heavy. Every wolf in the pack felt it. You could see it in their faces, hear it in their expression and silence. Something was coming. Something old. Something angry. And Freya stood right in the middle of it.

A kind of rage she'd never felt before. Thunder rumbled in the dark sky. The clouds formed and started gyrating, threatening to become a twister. Lightning struck in the clouds and clapped against the earth. The wind blew a gale, gradually becoming a powerful storm. The trees in the forest fluttered and waved, and the ones weaker than the wind fell. As her anger, sadness, and fear grew, she slipped out of control. She closed her eyes, whimpering as she fought herself for control.