I Am Stronger Than Anger Novels & Stories

Without thinking, I tore the note into tiny, confetti-like pieces, watching them flutter to the floor as if they were venomous insects. But then, the familiar anger started to coil in my stomach, the same fury that had driven me to the chapel the night before. No, I told myself firmly. Don't let him get to you, even when he's not here. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palms together, and silently pleaded with a higher power to grant me the strength to overcome this inexplicable rage that Ryker, and only Ryker, seemed to ignite within me.

If it’s been days or minutes but I know my body is working in overdrive to heal itself. It thrums in agonizing pain as my bones creak and bend back to their normal positions, leaving in its stead an ache so intense I can’t help but whimper. Every painful pulse is a strike on the battle drums within me, feeding my festering frustration, and with that anger I grow stronger. Because the only thing stronger than fear is an anger. And I’m fucking livid. A hiss startles me and I realize it is my own labored breathing as I try to force myself to a seated position. There is nothing around me save for a strange strangled gurgle and I blink at the darkness where it comes from.

The mere thought ignited a deep-rooted rage within me, a primal instinct urging me to find her, to claim her, and to eliminate any obstacle in my path. "Dare you disrespect your Luna before your Alpha?" I barked, my voice thundering through the room, my anger undulating in every word. The strength of my presence, my dominance, seeped into every crevice, leaving no doubt as to the gravity of the situation. Weakness and disobedience would not be tolerated.

I said, my tone challenging, "Let me leave." "No, never." He answered, anger started to build in his tone. "Maybe my feelings for you are strong but they are not stronger than my anger." He said, "Not stronger than my desire for revenge." "I can't let my feelings change me, you can't change who i am, I won't stop, even if it meant hurting you more along the way." "The things you say are so contradictive." I said, my voice raised a bit,"You don't even know what you want !"

“I don’t want to.” He turns me fully around, “When my dad lost the company and my mum left, I told myself I hated her. I convinced myself she abandoned us because we were not shiny enough anymore.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “I carried that anger like a badge of honor. I thought it made me strong, I thought it meant I had standards. The truth is, it hollowed me out. I missed out on birthdays and a lot of other things. Anger feels powerful and righteous, you may think you’re punishing the person who hurt you but what you are really doing is keeping the wound open and feeding it. By doing that, you give them space in your head rent free.”

I promised to make him suffer and I wasn't going to change my mind now. The door slammed behind me, my eyes darkened— the anger surging through my bones so thick, my body trembled. I marched up to him, my teeth pressed against each other, my fist hardening with each step. I wanted to kill him, I wanted to ruin him so badly. But I couldn't, I wasn't strong enough. It took a lot of effort to contain my anger as his eyes hovered over me, his gaze moving across my skin.

Standing there like some sort of dragon ball-Z character, I hurled a fireball at him while screaming. “Leave, Sam!” I turned back around and began sprinting towards the cabin. I’d probably overreacted a little, especially if he didn’t have anything to do with it. But it was easier to be angry with him than myself. I needed to use every bit of anger I had to get through the situation. If that meant hurting his feelings then so be it. It was better to be strong and tackle the situation head-on than fall into a deeper depression and self-pity. What use would I be then? I needed to get my pack back, and the only way to do that was to become the strongest I could. If that made me hard and cold, t

Head down there I remained, with an endless number of disturbing sensations that crossed my integrity mercilessly. Some emotions above all are stronger than others such as anger, which can shine above all others and because of it tends to be the very impulsive thing that undoubtedly happens to most of us, the reason is that for the same end up hitting that door before his person.

I pushed into her again, my hands gripping her hips so tight they’d bruise. Each thrust was like a punch, not at her, but at Silas, at Imogen, at everything falling apart. “Fuck,” I said, my voice rough, sweat running down my back. Her moans sounded more real now, her body shaking under me but I didn’t give a fuck if she liked it—this was for me. I needed to feel strong again. I knew I was too rough, but I couldn’t stop— the anger was like a monster, coming out with every move. I finished hard, a loud groan ripping out of me, my body shaking as I came.

"Not gonna bring them shit darlin'. You were right when you said we wouldn't need to know the details. But you can't keep this shit bottled up forever. It will drive you insane." "Pot, meet kettle." I mumble but he hears me and blesses me with a small smirk. "Guess you're right." He says then lays flat on his back with his eyes closed and hands behind his head. "Know what I've learned though?" He doesn't wait for me to answer before he continues speaking. "I've learned that you have to use all the shit that makes your skin craw, all the anger and resentment you feel, the horrible feeling of being helpless, use it all to make you stronger. It's the only way to get past all that shit."