I Am Stronger Than Anger Novels & Stories

Every fiber of my being surged with a potent mix of anger and determination, my voice dripping with venomous fury. "You thought you could harm her and get away with it?" I seethed, my voice low and menacing. "You underestimated me, Elijah. You underestimated the depth of my love and the lengths I'll go to protect her." Without warning, I lunged at him, my fists flying with primal force. Blow after blow landed on Elijah's face, each strike resonating with the pent-up rage within me. I unleashed my anger upon my enemy, fueled by the sheer injustice inflicted upon my beloved.

Like what he saw back there didn't affect him. I know it did. I don't know why it bothers me so much, but it does. I hate weak men—always have. The thought of weakness, of submission, of someone cowering in front of me, makes my stomach twist with something sharp and bitter. It's not just disgust—it's anger. Deep, unexplainable anger that I can't place.

Something inside me snapped. I felt a surge of anger and strength that I didn't know I had. It was like a switch had been flipped, and suddenly I was no longer the weak, helpless person I thought I was. I looked up at Risa, and my eyes locked onto hers. I could feel the fury burning within me, and I knew I was not going to back down.

If any of the other guys had been in my position, they would’ve felt the same way. With a strangled growl, I let go of the woman and allowed her to fall onto the ground. She started gasping for air, clutching at her throat. As soon as she was able to speak again, she started in on her bullshit. But I sat there, ignoring her. Eventually, it ended, and I saw the doorway back out of here. I walked out, feeling my anger fading away with every movement I took. The trial had seemed so easy, yet it wasn’t easy to step away from something as strong as anger. Anger was a powerful emotion that ruled you. I had almost given in to it, something that I had never done before. Yet I was able to because I t

he shouted angrily, and without wasting any time, he jumped on top of her, throwing her onto the sofa with his strength. "Let me go Christian!" she said. Her mouth, however, was silenced by lips that began to devour her passionately and furiously. Anger: an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything upon which it is poured. Seneca

"I don't understand why they can't just leave me alone. I've never done anything to them. It's not fair." She buried her face in her pillow, trying to calm down, but the anger still burned inside her. "I'm not going to let them get the best of me," she vowed. "I'll show them that I'm stronger than they think. I won't let their words hurt me anymore."

Adlan Anger has always been the foundation of my existence. It was my default state, the only emotion I truly understood. It lived in my chest, tightening like a steel vice, coiling in my throat, clenching my fists. I could be a god in those moments if I wanted—Hades in his wrath, Zeus in his fury, Thor wielding his power with reckless abandon. The rage gave me strength, made me untouchable, made me a force that even I feared but I didn’t want to be that man with her.

{ Caroline } Fuck NO. Fuck fuck fuck. I had never, been this angry. Fine, his pack was strong. Fine, he had built it up and they had more land. Fine, maybe they were even the biggest and strongest in Europe. That was a simple thing to change. Fine, he wasn’t weak and wallowing, crushed by the way he didn’t have me anymore.

I need to stay strong, stay alert. As the hours tick by, my fear begins to morph into something else. A simmering anger starts to build within me. Why should I have to run? Why should I have to live in fear? I've done nothing wrong. I didn't ask to be Wolfless. I didn't ask for any of this. I choke out a sob. But the anger gives me strength, a small flame of defiance in the face of overwhelming odds. I might not be able to run now. But I’ll find a way.

I said as I zipped into him. I slashed at him again, this time harder. He blocked it easily enough, but I felt a half second of real surprise come from him. We moved fast now, I wasn’t holding back. I attacked again and again, my blade came from every side. I wanted him to move. To break. To feel what I felt. But he didn’t break. He pushed me again and swiped his sword As I blocked it. “You’re strong,” he said. “Very strong. But your anger makes you weak.”