Novel & Cerita Iron Giant Angry

Still trying to save monsters who don’t deserve it. Rage ignites inside me. Kendrick just hurt what’s mine.

It all came crashing down because of that stupid failed death. Mr Stark was going to pay for it too. That fucking bastard. Who knew that I could get so angry? And yet he did it anyway. Did he really think he wouldn’t get caught? My fury boiled higher within me and I wanted to scream at the world for daring to treat me this way.

Rage boiled in me, and my face burned with anger, but rage zealous and primal shone from my eyes. I smashed the safe box with even greater strength, my arms raised high and then crashing down hard on the metal surface. The impact rang through me, sending shockwaves through my body. The safe box shook and groaned as its metal skin buckled and warped under the weight of the blow, which still did not yield. The fury within me was a living, breathing entity, a rabid beast that had been unleashed and gone berserk. I found myself no longer in control of my actions; my emotions drove me, a desire for the truth and justice.

“I know what I did was awful. I wasn’t thinking rationally. I had gone mad… I know it. But I Matt, you’re my brother. I love you and—” “You don’t love me… You tried to kill me!” he shouted, his face red with rage. He looked just like Gavin when he was angry, and it hurt Irene’s heart knowing that Matt’s anger was directed towards her. “Get out of my room!” Matt yelled, his eyes glowing.

I can taste it, I can feel it. I’m angry at the world and I’ll use that anger to get what I want, to make them pay. It’s going to be beautiful. When I rip their heads off. They won’t know what hit them.

I snap and launch at him in anger. As I lunch at him in anger, my eyes burn with an otherworldly fire, reflecting under the sunlight like molten silver. The air crackles with anticipation as I face off against Athan yet again because of Imogen. The thought of Athan taking Imogen away from me fuels my anger and I go all out: Muscles coiled with tension, I unleash a primal roar that echoes through the whole room, a declaration of my unyielding determination.

“Yea! To us, a physique like that belongs to a midget! You’re trash.” The overtly abrasive insults, the vituperative vitriol so vile it was almost ludicrous—the foreigners spouted them to the Rheasians’ extreme bile. And still, they were frightened enough not to make any sudden move, because they were still fearful of these towering, arrogant foreigners deep down inside. Zayn’s eyes turned colder and colder. Flames sputtered in his eyes; he was really, genuinely, seriously angry, even more so than how much he felt previously. He had not felt this much rage even when Mia was his opponent.

the man said arrogantly. Granite was so angry that he wished he could strangle him to death.

"I'm not angry at her. I'm angry at the man." Oh.

Bhyron angles his head to the side and blinks at him; “who are you talking about?” I try to ignore the fact that the blood on his face and shirt, coupled with his dark beauty does something treacherously arousing to my insides. Craziness must be my second name. “Don’t fucking pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about!” I snap, my voice dripping with rage; “you tried to kill him didn’t you? You’re such a monster.” Anger swiftly replaces his stone-cold expression, causing his eyes to spark a bright, fiery blue. I should be scared to death. I should be running as far away from him as possible, but the anger in my veins has long surpassed the fear.