Fury Series Book Novels & Stories

Fury was a vicious curse. It could wake the sleeping demons inside you. Making you burn in fire and just like that you feel like scorching everything to ashes itself. A treacherous voice that leads you to demise. Sheer silence surrounded them as her heavy breathing was the only noise. He barely even blinked before the string of sanity snapped; what just happened registered inside his mind. Her eyes widened when a calloused hand wrapped around her delicate throat and her back was slammed into the wall knocking the breath out of her.

Fru's mouth rounded in disbelief as the ink in the book rippled beneath her gaze, words liquefying into an emerald glow. "I want you stable right now" her mouth pursed with desperation as she tried to will the pulsing book between her hand to calm. "Oh gods, what the hell am I doing. Am I going crazy after all?" Fru's right hand rubbed her face, as the book glowed more fiercely, firm in its disobedience. Alive. Hungry. The courtyard melted away, swallowed by shadows and flame. Fru's eyes swerved overhead as she watched the leaves slow in motion. The scent of charred earth filled her nose, the air thick with heat.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

And I would lie if I tell that every moment she doesn't make me feel like a damn lucky mate, because this amazing woman is mine. I meet his eyes and nod once. “Then let’s find her.” But before I can even take a step forward, suddenly something hits me low and hard, slamming into my chest and curling like smoke in my lungs. It claws up my throat before I even know what it is. Fury. Not the loud kind. Not fire bursting in your gut or screaming through your ribs. This is cold. Sharp. Quiet. It moves through the bond like a blade drawn slow. I taste it on my tongue... metallic, bitter, laced with something dangerous and unforgiving.

Billions evaporated in a single afternoon. Adrian’s chest heaved with barely contained rage. His broken nose throbbed under the bandage, his split lip stung, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the inferno consuming him from within. He had built this empire on blood, fear, and ruthless calculation. And now it was slipping through his fingers because of one woman and the man who dared to take her.

Chapter 9: Kitten “Nobody's angry all the time unless you're a psycho.-J.Denovich” AMAIA’S POV “Or do you want me to teach you an aiming lesson on how to throw a dagger straight to your target?” There I know my freaking anger issues hit him. “How dare you!” My voice echoed making all the people stop from walking, and when they saw the man’s scrutinizing eyes, they quickly sprint out shaking. Only me, his men-in-black bodyguards, and the jerk-head disrespectful guy who add fuel to my anger.

"Here it is. The actual beast dwelling within you. Lucas responds not. He advances. swift. ferocious. fatal. Before he arrives on Orlov, I hardly see him; fists are fighting magic clashing. There's anarchy here. A storm of violence. But I cannot just sit here. I push to my feet, my own strength growing. And when Orlov looks at me—I strike. Orlov stags back, surprise flickering in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting that. Lucas catches the instant. He slams into Orlov, driving him against the wall.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?” “Jesus!” I yell as I nearly fling the book away. “When did you get here?” “Like twenty minutes ago,” he tells me. “You were so wrapped up in your p**n you didn’t notice.” “It’s not p**n,” I tell him quickly. “It said cock four times on one page,” he reminds me. “It’s p**n.” He pulls the book from my hands and opens it to a random page and starts reading. “Huh,” he mutters. “Good p**n.” He hands it back to me and smirks, “is it doing anything for you?”

"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.