Fury Peter Novels & Stories

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.

As I see Jimmy heading towards the cold I can't help but let out a blood curdling scream. "Someone! Anyone - help me please!" Jimmy stalked around the outside of the cage, his eyes still devouring my bare flesh. "It's good you're not screaming for Rocco. I left him unconscious in the cellar trapped until he starves to death if I'm lucky." Fury rose up, how dare he insult my mate. Taking a huge breath I roared "ROCCO!!" as powerfully as I could and when I heard the howl of a wolf in return it was my turn to smirk as Jimmy's grin vanished.

Lester cough again when Peter throws a dagger look at him. "I won't do anything to her," Lester said but his voice sounds to groggy to me. I can't hear it properly but Peter continues to give Lester a dagger look. If looks could kill, then maybe I and Lester are already out of this world. We can't see tomorrow new day if only looks could kill. Peter has been throwing death glares since he came here. I or I must say we, we didn't even do anything wrong to make a mad man like that and he is here giving us death glares.

"I really don’t have them. It’s not my fault that you believed me." Felix’s fist slammed against the table, the sharp crack echoing through the room like a warning shot. Papers trembled at the impact, but I didn’t. Not even a blink. My gaze locked onto his steadily, while his angry grunts spilled over me, hot and ragged. I couldn’t help but savour it—his face contorted with fury, jaw clenched, eyes wild. It was priceless. "That was not what you said. You—" he started, voice raw.

Peter erupted in rage, as if he were the one who had been deeply wronged, finally losing control. Adora had long since given up on her family, but hearing such absurdity still made the anger and hurt surge uncontrollably inside her. "Peter Matthews, are you even human?" she asked, her voice frighteningly calm. "What the hell do you mean?" Peter’s tone turned dark and menacing. "If you were, you wouldn’t be biting like a rabid dog—no, even a rabid dog isn’t as vicious as you."

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.

Holy f*ck!!” Peter shrieked out immediately as he opened the back of his car. “No! No! Hell no. Who the f*ck did this to my car?” “This is so inhumane. Wicked. Brutish.” “Snowy, wait.” Jane paused as she turned to look at me. “You were actually being serious back there.” She whimpered. “What do you mean, Jane?” Peter asked as they both fixed their gaze on me. “Actually it was my first mate. He-he tired harassing me back there in the club and out of rage i-i had slapped him and then he walked away.”

There was no denying his strong presence, distinct from Maria's—more akin to that of a tough mafia boss who was difficult to get along with and quick to resort to violence at the slightest provocation. Compared to Harry's refined appearance, my athlete-like build, Peter leaned towards a rugged type who clearly enjoyed fitness. His physique was just right, not overly muscular. He had a neatly trimmed beard, and he wore a white shirt and suit pants. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattoos on his arms, adding to his overall rugged charm. "Neil, come back with me, come home," Peter Black called out to Neil across the distance, even though from our seated positions he couldn't directly see

Panic overcame his confusion as he realized he couldn’t take on three men at once, even as a werewolf. He still fought back, trading blows between two of the men as they laid their hard hits on him. He blocked most of their hits, but wasn’t able to get in his own attacks while blocking the powerful fists from colliding with his arms. He found it relieving and irritating that Peter refused to join in on their combat. He wanted to badly to sink his fist in his face and force him to tell him the truth. He wanted him to suffer for what he put Doriane and Brooklyn through.

"Majority acquisition. Effective immediately. All three of us." The room went absolutely silent. I stared at the document trembling in Gerald Park's hands. Lucian, Gavin, and Zane had bought the Miami Fury overnight. Gerald was not their boss anymore. Gerald worked for them. And from the look on Lucian's face when he turned back to me, I understood something that stopped my breath completely. The team was never the move. I was.