I Am Stronger Than Anger Novels & Stories

“Maybe that's why no one has ever loved you, you drive them away with your stubbornness.” The sting of his words made me flinch. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “I—” My voice caught in my throat. Anger surged through me, stronger than I had ever felt before. I tried to swallow it down, but it burned, filling my chest until I couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, I turned on my heel and dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. My heart pounded, and the anger kept growing, building into something I couldn’t control. My skin felt tight, my muscles tensing, like they were about to tear apart.

“Think about the man who bit you. Remember the feel of his power. The way he marked you. He thought you were weak. A vessel he could fill with his filth. Are you going to prove him right?” A low growl rumbled in her chest, an animal sound she didn't seem to realize she was making. Her hands, resting on her knees, began to twitch. “That’s it,” I encouraged, my tone merciless. “Get angry. Anger is a better fuel than fear. Use it. Let it burn away the weakness.” Her back arched suddenly. A sound like a dry branch snapping echoed through the clearing. A scream of pure agony was torn from her throat. Her shoulder popped from its socket.

“I see someone who came back and still chose to fight.” His voice dropped slightly. “And I see someone who is so far from weak that it’s almost ridiculous you even think that.” I shook my head. “You don’t understand—” “No,” he cut in, softer this time. “You don’t understand.” That made me look at him. Really look. And what I saw there— Wasn’t pity. Wasn’t sympathy. It was… anger. Not at me. At them. At everything that had happened. “You think strength is never breaking?” he said. “It’s not.”

“What do you mean?” “I mean channel that anger. Channel all that emotion and make yourself stronger, tougher from it.” “And how exactly do I do that?” lisa asked. She was angry, she was furious but she also felt so incredibly vulnerable and she didn’t know how she could make herself tougher because it wasn’t like her Magic was even helping her. When she’d needed it the most she had nothing, for all James going on about how powerful she was. She didn’t feel powerful. She felt weak. Weak and vulnerable and pathetic and that’s where half her anger came from too. Not just at what had happened, not just at what Rillon had done or attempted to do, but in reality what could she even do to protect h

, I snapped, interrupting her. She spun her head before hissing at me; raising an eyebrow at her as if challenging her to do something, which she does. She makes a mad dash for me, front flipping, while ducking under her claws before giving her a low kick. She falls, taking this opportunity to get behind her and grabbing her arms while pinning my knee in the center of her back. “You need to learn that just because I’m human doesn’t mean I’m weak.”, I snap, bending her upwards.

Cracks stretch along the wall like veins. I close my eyes, inhaling the rage that bubbles beneath my skin. Let it rise. Let it sting. Let it burn. But I won’t let it rule me. Because anger, my anger, must be precise. Controlled. Deadly. Unlike Sadie, I don’t use my anger to lash out blindly. I use mine to strike at my enemies until they are begging for mercy. I don’t let emotions rule me. That is something I learned from Kaden, and I must say, it’s been one of the best things to happen to me.

"It’s because when someone thinks they're stronger than the rest, they think they’re invincible. But just like those monsters, if they’re teamed up on, they die. Theoretically speaking, even you're stronger than me - I won’t deny that - but if I had my friends and family on my side… you would lose because we would outnumber you. I can take shit, but when it comes to my girl, I won’t give a fuck who it is. I’ll kill them." My eyes flashed red and I leant forward. His aura swirled around him and so did mine. Both weighed against each other. Mine was fucking stronger,but it irked me that the fucker didn’t back down easily. Our eyes glared at each other and I could see him fight against my silen

My entire body shook with anger. One of them looked at me "You really don't listen." I glared at him, "Go to hell." He tightened the restraints again, even harder this time causing my wrists to ache. "You're going to make this much worse for yourself." I spoke through my anger "You don't scare me." The words came out stronger than I felt. Because I needed them to be true. "You are all going to regret this." I looked between them. "Every single one of you."

Anger is such a powerful emotion. It fuels our feelings and actions, making us do things that we never imagined. It grows beyond the bounds. It festers and can be all encompassing. Everyone experiences it. Everyone has reveled in the power it can bring. Or the fear and the weakness it shows to those on the hunt. It is so easily used against those that cannot control its fury and, in the end, becomes their greatest doom. It became mine.

It was a test, a reflection of everything I had feared, everything I had felt powerless against. She continued to speak, her words like a whisper carried on the wind. “You must not let anger guide you. You cannot allow your pack, your friends, or yourself to be consumed by the idea that someone meant to hurt you directly. You are stronger than that. You are responsible for your choices, not the accidents that have befallen the world around you.”