Fury Peter Novels & Stories

I stared at him standing in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, eyes dark and burning with a fury that felt like a storm aimed solely at me. “What—what are you talking about?” My voice cracked, thin and useless, but I forced a shaky laugh. “Daniel, you sound insane. I don’t know—” “Don’t.” His roar shook the air, silenced the lie before it left my mouth. He stepped forward, his shoe grinding into the broken porcelain with a crunch that sounded like bones breaking. His gaze was merciless, a predator scenting blood. “Where is Peter?” he repeated, slower this time, deadlier.

"I'll be the only man you ever think about Freya Allan and only my name will come out from your lips because you're mine." I pushed him off and smirked at him. "Fuck you Lain navier edevane and you're nothing compared to Tate at least he never sold his mate to the devil for a couple of millions." He raised his hand to hit me and instead he punched the wall beside me making a huge crack in it. He smirked at me. "Don't push me Freya, I'm trying my best to play nice right now." I chuckled darkly. "You never played nice Lain so don't pretend like you're some fucking saint because you're worse than the devil."

,fuck the kid isn't holding any punches. "you never deserved guard duty boy I am stronger than you will ever be and I should of gotten it. I hate I got stuck with you three for my family. Waste of space and time ",he Is a complete asshole Fury growls. "we got stuck with an abuser Fred and I hope alpha fucks you up before ending your pathetic life. Mom will wake and reject you so I'm happy she will get another mate. Better than you in all ways",he lunged but Sean stood looking tired.

‘’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

Peter's voice rang through the air. "Fuck you!" Andrei cussed in Russian, firing a dagger at Peter from his hiding spot. "Oh, you are way fucked than I am, Andrei!" With that, Peter released bullets nonstop. Even though Andrei was trying to avoid being hit, one of the bullets impaled his left arm. Peter smiled victoriously, thinking he had killed the big bad mafia Byki. That made Peter backpedal through the woods and run away. Fuck, he smiled…

"How dare you?!" Peter exploded with fury, his face contorting. "You're just a lowly person with mediocre fighting skills. How dare you speak to me like this? Today, I'll show you the power of an upper-class family that you'll never reach. Even my simple bodyguard can crush you effortlessly." "Chuck, why are you still standing there? Finish him quickly. But leave him breathing—I'll enjoy torturing him slowly, picking his bones clean, one by one." Peter's face twisted with a cruel and manic expression.

Eyes wild with rage as he lunges at me. “You son of a bitch!” Colt and Nelson block him just in time, shoving him back before he reaches me. Peter’s shouting, spittle flying as he thrashes against their hold. “This isn’t over, Jordan!” he bellows. “I swear to God, you’ll rot in that damn cell! You think you can play games with me? I will ruin you!” I step forward, the anger boiling over, burning through every rational thought. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Peter,” I snap. “You think this is about you? I don’t give a damn about your pathetic threats.”

A man’s low, satisfied chuckle. Peter’s vision narrowed to a single burning point. He surged up the last flight, his breath hot in his chest, his muscles propelled by something deeper than fear something primal, ancient, and unforgiving. Karen’s door was open. A shadow moved inside. Peter didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. He threw himself forward with a roar that shook the hallway, every ounce of fury and love and terror exploding in one unstoppable force. And that was the moment the night cracked open. The moment Peter stepped into war.

The huge black wolf with blood red eyes growls menacingly, baring its teeth. - Fuck, Fury, stop it. Let Alex out. “Fury stop it. Micky is our friend. He would not betray us.” “He had his hands on our mate. I'll kill him" Alex tries with all his might to control Fury, but Fury won't let him out. Fury throws himself into the river, trying to attack Micky when Kat screams. - Stop it immediately or I don't like you anymore. Fury stops, returns to the bank with his head down, and whimpers at Kat's feet.

Watching Peter, Franco kissed him. “We’re a mess. She’s a hard nut to crack, and I made a mistake. But it wasn’t anything we can’t fix.” “Peter’s a mess already. I’m sorry, hon.” Peter’s pants were open now, and he rubbed himself. “She’s got a magnificent temper. All I wanted to do was take her and please her until she was no longer angry.” His eyes were closed and his face grimaced in tortured need as he breathed in her scent. “I’ll help you with that. See Benedict, you need to fix this so we can bring her into the pack fully.” Franco knelt before Peter and moved Peter’s hands from his lap.