Fury Series Book Novels & Stories

Powerless to change the fate. And just when I thought I couldn’t feel anything else, a new feeling emerged… Betrayal! Why? Why would she do this? To me? To us?! WHY? Anger quickly replaced fear, the cold darkness replaced with white hot fury. It burned bright in my veins, chasing away the darkness. But not the images! I stood in a sea of flames, watching as everything I loved once more was taken away – burned to the ground because of my own stupid, selfish desire…

Follow me on I*******m mmctier1 for news, book updates and chapter snips. The Falcon Ridge Series continues with Book 6 Her Choice To Make During a pack war, Grey Andrews has something so incredible happen. It’s also the worst thing to happen to him. Now the clocks running out and he has to fix it before he goes insane and dies.

Fury Dragons should not be trifled with as they are extremely dangerous and have been known to kill. My jaw is clenched tightly, and fear grips my mind. I slam the book shut and head upstairs. I knock on Lyza’s door and walk in as soon as she replies. “Are you a Fury Dragon?” I ask her and her face pales. She shifts uncomfortably on the edge of her bed. “Yes,” she mutters, throwing me a nervous glance. “Did you know about all that stuff?” I ask, as in my hand towards the hall. “What stuff?” Her eyebrows furrow in confusion.

This isn’t a battle to end in Book Three. This is a war of belief that will burn into Book Four, and a reckoning that will echo into Book Five. But for the first time since Brine Hollow… I don’t feel cornered. I feel ready.

Their intense gaze locked. It was a battle of dominance and naivety. "I said lower your arms," Kevin commanded, his unwavering stare fixed upon hers, demanding her surrender—but she did not. Seeing her reluctance, Kevin let out a low, angered huff, frustration simmering within him like a dormant storm. However, just as he was on the verge of taking matters into his own hands, his eyes caught sight of the angry bite mark that was prominently sitting on her shoulder accompanied by a smaller one on her neck. They were of the deepest shade of red.

Rage coiled inside me, hot and uncontrollable, but I forced myself to keep flipping through the pages — Until I reached the very last one. And then, in sharp, haunting ink, the words stared back at me: Were you able to satisfy your curiosity? You will find nothing. The Black Book holds no history of the Mafias. Make your investigations and find out the truth. Also, The Syndicate Ledger… A guttural roar tore from my throat as I hurled The Black Book across the room. It hit the wall with a sharp crack before crashing to the floor. The rage inside me exploded. I stormed across the room, knocking over everything in my path.

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Chapter Seventy-Five: A Final Night of Flame and Fang The estate was cloaked in a heavy silence, the sort that blanketed everything after violence and victory. The Hollow was dead, but the night belonged to desire—raw, snarling, unrepentant. In the chambers of the Alpha and his Flame, the air thrummed with anticipation so thick it might as well have been fog.

"You are incinerating me." "Nope." He shook his head. "You must have confessed to the incidents." "LFA? Really? ”The group had crushed it after they brought this plague of proles over humanity two years ago. “It seems a few of them have banded together again, only their goals have shifted drastically. You feel responsible for these beasts for setting them free. Not that that would be a mistake in their eyes, but somebody has to protect these poor creatures from monsters like us. "He bit off a piece of his bun and then said with his mouth full:" I caught it this morning at the boss's by chance. "

Thomas’ curses cut off abruptly as his body convulsed violently. The man withdrew the knife, stabbing repeatedly until blood soaked Thomas’s filthy clothes before dropping the knife and fleeing. “Stop! Call an ambulance! Police!” Chaos erupted. The team restrained the assailant and tried to provide aid, but blood gushed uncontrollably. Thomas’s eyes dulled. His last glance seemed to sweep over the chaos, hollowly landing on me. His lips moved once, and then nothing. Sirens wailed in the distance. I stood where I was, staring at the lifeless body and the spreading bright red blood, feeling all the hatred seep into the cold ground and dissolve into nothingness.