Novel & Cerita Insatiable Fury

Entire cities have vanished, and when I try to remember what stood there, my mind slides off the space like it’s polished glass. That is the worst part. There should be grief. Names. Faces. Instead there is absence where memory should live. The Rage devoured the Madness and renamed itself the Fury. It tears through the north like a god drunk on its own power, warping sky and stone with every strike. Packs turn feral just breathing the air it’s touched. Brothers kill brothers in frenzies they won’t remember, if they survive at all. Three days ago, the Despair slipped free, it moves softly. Gently.

To say that I am not feverishly mad shall be an understatement. I want to lay waste to all that I see in front of my eyes. I want to rip everything by the seems apart. God forbid the one that shall cross my path, I shall tear their skin off, each layer by layer until they are but only bone. Now, I find myself furious and pissed off. Yet Isabella has no idea, and I am not giving her one either. So much to her irritation, I ignore her very questions and rise to my feet, and head for the door.

A lusty overture proclaiming our territorial suzerainty to whatever hidden malefactors dared profane our sovereign territory by committing such unforgivable blasphemies upon its sanctified land. Then, as one autonomous synaptic misfiring of unified killer instinct, we burst into a blurred stampede of snapping fangs and raking claws. A shockwave of sheer berserker fury fanning outward with the sole intent of unearthing the source of this trespass so that merciless ruination might be exacted in Moongrave's unholy name. My nose flared, drinking in the first pungent incense of our quarry's scorched trail. The corrupted essence of whatever abomination dared invoke the beast's earthly anger by des

A tempest of fury surged through his veins, a storm seeking retribution. Trric, the fierce and fearless of the triplets, emitted a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the chamber. His eyes blazed with an intensity that could rival the very fires of hell. The sight of their Mate, who embodied their strength and love, subjected to such cruelty stoked a primal rage within him. Malta's name would be etched in blood as he exacted a price for the pain inflicted upon Dirk.

Fury surged through him like molten lava, searing his every nerve. “Say that again,” Carlo hissed, his voice dangerously low, laced with barely contained rage. The threat in his tone was palpable. Blake, sensing he had hit a nerve, smirked triumphantly, continuing his taunt. “What, isn’t it the truth? Your mother was nothing but a cheap, slutty—”

The kind of fury that can burn through steel. The door flew open.

Fury rolled off him like heat from a fire. “Seize that damn woman!”

he said and sighed. "You have touched me in a terrible place, James, and I cannot let it go. People are going to start going feral within twenty-four hours. If your family members lose their minds, know it is because of James Moon, who sold his fire to keep another man's woman and refused to stick to the rules of engagement. Blame it on his incompetence and weakness. Blame it on him. I have been kind, and he has taken my kindness and patience for granted. Tell him to return my wife, and I will absorb the people who lose their minds within the twenty-four hours. I am not a wicked man, I will give him his child once she gives birth, but he must return her without his mark on her neck. Tell him

Not from desire. Not from the memory of her lips on mine. Not from the heat of her body pressed against me. From rage. Pure, unrelenting fury. The kind that simmered beneath the skin, slow and vicious. The kind that made breathing feel like swallowing shards of glass. The kind that blurred my vision and turned my pulse into something violent. I was furious at everything. At the Alpha King. At Damon. At Ivana. At this cursed castle. At the suffocating politics that ruled this land.

***** KADE Fury. Unbridled white hot fury unlike anything I had ever felt before was coursing through me on a closed circuit. I had my walls firmly in place to block out as much of my emotions and thoughts as possible incase anything slipped through the bond, but that was the best I could do. The bitch would die for this – for the pain she caused my mate as well as throwing her past onto the fucking walls as if it was primetime television for her own amusement.