Iron Giant Angry Novels & Stories

Anger is a powerful motivator when you need it to be. I’m also eager to get to Lana. I swear to the goddess if she is harmed in anyway, I will end every single rogues life like it doesnt’ matter. Creig is going to pay for everything. He’s not only hurt me, but other packs as well. We all want him dead, and I will make sure it fucking happens.

I think of something to subdue my anger, Irene’s smiling face pops in my mind, I close my eyes, imagining that she’s right here with me, the beating for my heart returns back to normal and soon, I open my eyes. Anger they say, brings out the beast in us, and Dante has just released the monster in me. This war will end in bloodshed, that I am sure about, but it will be Dante’s blood that will flow. After making sure Irene has killed him, I will stab him multiple times for what he did to Anna. For the despair he caused my family, I will fucking end him. My thoughts are disturbed by Elva’s voice. “Oh.” She seems to be processing everything, the north river. I never liked that place ever since I

The image of Ameera's devastated expression and Veronica's fearful eyes fueled the inferno within him. Haider stormed outside the room, his fury reaching new heights. The weight of his anger bore down upon his shoulders, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. Every step resonated with an unyielding determination, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path.

Her hand shifted against his back. And suddenly she froze. Her stomach dropped. Bones. She could feel every one of them. Far too easily. Far too clearly. Her jaw tightened. No child should feel this fragile. No child should be this light. No child should be this easy to carry. A fresh surge of anger burned through her. Not loud. Not explosive. The cold kind. The dangerous kind. Without another word, she walked faster. Ruby's screaming continued somewhere behind them. But Irene refused to look back.

And there were so many strikes in between Stark begging for mercy that he felt sure no one could be that angry unless their rage had built up for a while. “You think you can take what’s mine?” Ryder snarled, his voice laced with fury. “You think you can cross me and not pay the price?” Stark was drenched in a sea of blood, his skin flayed behind him, replaced by raw red skin. Every word he gasped was soft. “Ryder… please… I can’t… I can’t do this…” Ryder paused, trying to catch his breath. He glared down at Stark, a combination of anger and anguish in his eyes. “You’ve shown me disrespect,” he told him steadily. “You’ve shown it to this pack. And for that… you will pay.”

“What is this? Feeling like a pathetic superhero who failed to save a victim?” “I could have done something!” I roared with anger, my vision turning red. I swept everything off the table in one violent motion, scattering the contents across the room. My chest heaved, my fists clenching, and that did nothing to lessen my anger. Not even a bit. I wasn't angry at the annoying look on Richard’s face. I wasn't angry that he was speaking to me like I was throwing a tantrum. No, I was angry that he was right. Yes, I felt pathetic because I couldn't save her, even though I'd promised I would.

I will definately teach him how can someone live themself. "Hmm promise" i replied Immediately he Hugged me with his both hands. Damn i Missed his hug so much, I hugged him back locking him my arms. "Don't get always so mad you have to control your anger my Angry Bird. I'm scared of your anger" Listening me , he break the hug "Seriousally" he asked. In shock "Obviously look at yourself in mirror. Damn you looks so scary in angry like vampire" i explained with action "Idiot" he hold his guitar back.

Anger burning in his gaze. “Fuck you, Peyton.”

I can see him fuming in anger when I mentioned that he knows nothing other than killing. He stands up abruptly in anger. I think he is going to grab me off my chair and punch me but he isn't. His eyes are blazing red in anger. I am supposed to be the angry one but surprisingly, I am calm. Gone are the days when I used to be scared of him and his father.

He wheezed something, but it was too garbled to understand. "Tell me where my son is!" Liv demanded, wanting nothing more than to feel her own teeth sink into his throat. The broken warrior remained silent though he looked up at them. The one blue eye that could see glared at them. Birger kneeled across from Liv and met the glare. "You will die," he said in their tongue, his voice flat and without remorse. "Save yourself from an eternity in Hel and answer the woman. An infant should not suffer for your hate and bad decisions."