Fury Peter 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.

Unlike his friends, the now Alpha and Beta. I can't feel anything except this burning rage, the want for revenge is swallowing up my life. I wish I cared, but I don't they will pay they all will. This was four years ago and now I work hard to rise through the ranks and drown myself in drink at night, but I will burn this pack to the ground before I take my last breath. ---- Enyo Burnside (Unexpected encounter)

"Oh, you can stop pretending! You're right here, and you think your lackeys can beat BM Group's finest?!" Peter's thought was simple: as the man chosen by the spiritron vein, the powers that Frank could bestow to his people would be greater than what Sally York harnessed. White it was mystical, it still would not be enough against real martial elites, which was why Peter was convinced he stood a good chance of winning. "Oh, to hell with it!" Frank could not be bothered to wait anymore and waved his hand. Suddenly, Mr. Peter shot to the air before crashing into the waters of Yellowrun.

My pack warrior was the first, giving a merciless thrust to his first leg. Jayden’s warrior groaned but he was quick to get up. He kicked Peter by the jaw, forcing him to the ground with a huge blow. Peter staggered backwards, wiping the blood off his lips. Even from my seat, I could feel the air of death swirling around him. He tightened his grip on the sword, his gaze burning with something strange. He lunged forward like a merciless beast, blocking all attacks from Jayden's warrior. It started off small, but Peter blocked all the attacks effortlessly.

For those who threatened my family, there would never be leniency. Doyle thrashed against his restraints, curses spilling from his bloodied lips. "Marcus Murphy, I'll curse you. You destroyed my family, and I will repay you tenfold_" Peter shoved the rag back into his mouth, silencing the tirade. I turned and walked toward the exit, outwardly composed while unease churned through my gut. In the car, Peter's eyes constantly flicked to the rearview mirror, fingers drumming anxiously against the steering wheel.

I decided that was my cue to start leaving when Peter spoke again. "And where are you going?" He demanded grumpily. Someone needs to check who is in his body. The usual person who played grumpy when pissed has always been Damon. He would even throw tantrums when he was much younger and then graduated to throwing fits at this point. Peter has always been quiet and calculative. He would organise his things the best way he wanted them before reacting. But I would never blame him for switching. Anyone that has witnessed what he witnessed would feel the same thing. I knew very well that I was feeling bad that those bounty hunters had not made it and even though no one had briefed me on what actua

Elliot looked at Peter with his sharp eyes and said without a hint of patience, "If you people had something on me, you would have used it as blackmail a long time ago. I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to dirty my hands. I'll tell you this one last time: Piss off!" Peter's eyes were red with anger. "Elliot Foster, you have been a master for a long time. Do you really think you are master of the Fosters? The old hooligan you had beaten up last time is not only my father, but he is your father too! The blood that flows in your veins, flows through the body of that old hooligan too. That's not the blood of the Fosters! That is his blood!" Bang! Elliot Foster punched Peter in the face!

"We'll live happily ever after, hon." I don't know what happened. I just heard people around screaming as Peter disappeared behind me. I fell on my knees because of fear and I felt someone beside me. "Lucky…" Camilla's voice comforted me. I opened my teary eyes and looked at her. Behind her, I saw Peter on the floor. A man keeps on punching his face while cursing him. "FCK YOU! FCK YOU, FOSTER! YOU'LL ROT IN JAIL! I'M TELLING YOU!"

Lucia’s POV “So?” Peter looked at me. “So what?” “Ryan,” I said. “How has the training been going?” “Well,” he spat, annoyed by the fact that it had been going well. Burk was one of Peter’s prized students so when the news spread that he had been beaten by Jona, a man who had barely been in the force for six months, it must have wounded Peter’s pride. “He was complacent,” Peter said, his fingers too tight around the handle of his cup. “I warn him that he is going to get killed one day from underestimating his enemy.”

Shouting here, as if he couldn't stand it, he went to punch this bastard a few times, each punch was very strong: "Your mother, she doesn't have enough money to spend, you think she needs some money your trash. Male slut!" Mia was dumbfounded, she was even a little scared of Peter's appearance, waiting for her to come back to her senses, Peter had already beaten people to blood. She rushed over in a panic, her hands clutching at the hem of his shirt, her voice soft: "Peter, stop." "Peter, stop." Peter's frenzy immediately stopped, he let go of his hand for fear that the force would hurt her, and his eyes immediately turned from fierce to gentle: "Okay, I stopped."