Fury Peter Novels & Stories

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."

Fury was visible in his eyes. I just snorted coldly and turned to leave. … Once I was seated in Peter's car, I let go of his hand. Guilt crept into my voice. "Sorry for using you just now to get back at Charles." Peter shook his head. His eyes were deep and unreadable. "If it's for you, I'm happy to be of service." A lump rose in my throat as memories from three years ago flooded back. When Charles became Broxia's richest man, the first thing he did after rising to the top was make Peter's life hell.

"Don't be angry. You must forgive your grandmother. She acted out of fear for the crown. She wants to protect you." Alaric tightened his jaw. I saw a muscle twitch in his cheek as he looked away. "I have forgiven her." Alaric said. "I have let the anger go because you asked me to. I have granted her mercy for your sake." I looked into his eyes. Saw the flash of gold. It was the mark of a hunter who had to stop. "I don't believe you." I said softly. "The anger is still there. I can feel it in your hands and your breath. You are holding it back for me. You haven't let it go."

The moment Peter’s chair hit the floor, the figure dropped the camera into a heavy waterproof pack, turned cleanly on their heel, and vanished into the dark, narrow mouth of the alleyway between the dry cleaners and the bank, their black jacket completely swallowed by the shadows of the storm. "Stay behind the desk!" Peter commanded, turning his head to look at me for a fraction of a second. His ocean-blue eyes weren't cold or clinical anymore—they were burning with a lethal, absolute fury that made him look completely unhuman. "Thomas! Secure the asset immediately!" Before I could utter a single word, before I could scream for him to stop or tell him not to run into the dark, Peter turned a

Why did he lie about Peter being upset and not joining in on the celebration? As Peter stirred and regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open, I held my breath, waiting for him to speak. His gaze met mine, a mix of relief and surprise flickering across his face. "Charia?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around him, unable to find the words to express my shock and concern. "Peter, what happened? Why would Ryder...?" He interrupted me with a weak, pained smile. "It's not Ryder's doing," he rasped, his voice filled with exhaustion. "It was someone else, someone, who wanted to make it look like Ryder was behind this."

“There is no room for insubordinate wolves in my pack!” Dedrick whimpered under her weight, his pride crumbling to ash as her fury burned through the bond. She stamped her paw harder against his chest, the sound sharp and final. Her head whipped around to Toddry, who was already belly-down in the dirt, trembling. His tail was tucked so far beneath him it brushed his muzzle. Talia’s eyes glowed faintly in the dim light—livid streaks of violet catching on the dawn. “Both of you,” she hissed, her voice rough with authority, “return to the pack. Now.”

Flashback ends. Present: “This is one of your worst mistakes, Peter,” Rafael snarled, eyes ablaze with fury, his body radiating a power that even the shadows seemed to shrink from. Before Peter could react, Rafael conjured a fireball in his palm, hurling it toward him. The flames danced with lethal precision, scorching the air as they hit Peter squarely, sending him sprawling backward.