Harry Potter Angry Novels & Stories

That anger on Harry’s face… I had to make it my weapon. “What happened? Why did you stop?” I teased with a mocking grin, “Got scared of your boyfriend scolding about how dumb he already knew you always were? How it had been such a great mistake that he brought you with himself to be his slut? I had just started to see the level of your brainlessness, Harrieta.” His eyes turned bloodshot while his wolf came out. His claws extended, his eyes changing color but he stayed in his human form.

I asked, raising my brows at the delusional man. Cedric clenched his jaw. He was controlling himself from snapping at me. I didn't want him to control himself. I wanted him to snap at me so that I could at least have a good reason to kill him. That man was testing my patience— a patience that I barely have.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

she said, her voice shaky, her breathing heavy and her hair in a tangled mess. I had expected to see a furious look but I was wrong. She didn't appear angry at all, her lips were not pursed like she usually did when she was mad and she was quiet, too quiet. Harriet was not the type to stay quiet when she was angry. She was like a bomb, blowing up at whoever made her mad and at times, like a venomous snake, ready to strike the person responsible for getting her all riled up.

Harry pouted when they were already in the car, he seemed very upset. "Papa, I don't want to go to Grandpa's house anymore, Grandma is so mean to Mama, I don't like it, I'm angry! Very angry!" Harry said in a high voice, while hitting both hands on his thighs. "Okay, son, if Grandma apologizes to Mama, then we'll visit Grandpa's house again, okay!" Lucas said, stroking Harry's head gently.

He replied calmly but on the inside, Harry was fighting off his anger like crazy. Divorced…how ugly is that word but again, her request was justifiable. Harry didn't care. He was a selfish son of a bitch after all and the only way Alice and him could ever get a divorce is when he is finally six feet fucking under. He won't take no for an answer. "Then you are clearly way over your fucking head because I will get that divorce one way or another." Harry chuckled softly. Sure her words are irritating but he finds her angry tone was also cute on her.

He was so angry because all the strongest wolves seem to have escaped and he was only left with weaklings. Harold could not contain his anger. He let out an ear shattering roar. It was pure, utter blind rage. He became manic this was too much a bruise to his ego and he could not stomach it. Coupled with the fact that he had failed to control magnus a few days prior, this was a final blow. His ego was immensely shattered and his pride grossly wounded. In his rage, he became almost feral and completely lost it. He took out his wand and with one powerful wave, followed by a string of strange chattering, all the werewolves were reduced to ashes. He went on to wave his wand again and a deep crate

I didn’t - and that’s where I went wrong - instead I tried to be reasonable and let him down slowly. And then he went ahead to do that shit. “Fuck!” I yelled. No one could make me as angry as people like Damien who walk around feeling like they owned the world because life had placed them on the better plane of things. Was that hypocritical of me? Probably, but at least I tried not to be too much of a cocky bastard. My phone chimed next to me, the screen illuminating my dimly lit room and I took a moment before lifting it up.

Alive. "Okay, just fine," Harry chuckled, rubbing his fat hands. “Now let’s see what your puppies say…” For a few minutes, Harry typed intently, snorted, then began to laugh, reading aloud especially liked moments. And then something pissed him off. He didn't say what, just slammed the laptop shut, tossed it on a chair, and looked at Kit with eyes filled with malice. Probably, according to the rules of the game, now he will begin to punish her?