Iron Giant Angry Novels & Stories

"What, feeling angry because I exposed your lies? Itching for a fight now?" "Hmph!" Travis snorted coldly.

Someone. Dad's eyes are still wide open, emotionless. The entire incident comes flooding back to me all at once, and I slump to the ground, the newfound energy getting zapped out of me all at once. "*We must get revenge,*" the Angry Voice in my head says, and I nod, still tired, but happy at the fact that she hasn't lost her anger mode due to my fatigue. "Let me lend you some of my strength, young one," the voice says again, and I blink. "I'm sorry, wha-"

I couldn't contain my anger and in minutes, I exploded. "Who do you think you are?" I asked, raising my voice, about bringing down the roof as my temper grew. My eyes turned slit as I narrowed my eyes. He was stunned by my outburst but I wasn't finished. I was going to give him a piece of my mind. He just messed with the wrong person. Irene Ocean doesn't take crap from anyone. I may seem quiet but insults were something I didn't tolerate no matter the situation.

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”

I said angrily. I stormed out feeling angry and frustrated. I did all this work for nothing! Damn Bradley Johnson! Damn Bradley Fucking Johnson!

"I'm so sorry you went through all of that and I promise we're going to make them pay. Kennedy, his mother, Leonard, Fiona, Brenda I don't care who stands beside him, we're going to strip every single one of them of everything they have.” I clenched my fists. "I am so angry right now, I could honestly punch somebody.” To my surprise, Zane smiled. "What?" I asked. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I probably shouldn't admit this. I find it incredibly attractive when you get angry, you look adorable threatening people's lives” Before I could answer, my phone suddenly rang.

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the

Not just angry—he looks murderous. What the fuck is this, then?

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere important? Summoning storms? Ruining someone else’s day? I’m busy preparing to not die today.” He took a slow step forward, his presence swallowing the air, that subtle hum of power he always carried making the air prickle against my skin. “You’re still angry,” he murmured, and I wanted to laugh in his face. “Angry?” I repeated. “I was born angry, Riven. You just happen to make it worse.” Inara was practically holding her breath beside me, trembling so visibly I thought she might pass out. “V-Violet…” she whispered, her eyes wide in horror. “Please, don’t… don’t talk to him like that.”

The words tumble out before I can stop them. "Kidnapper! You think you're some kind of god? You're a monster! A stupid Black Silver Don, and I hope you rot in hell!" The words hang in the air like a bomb waiting to detonate. For a second... just a second, his expression falters. Then his anger returns. Cold. Deadly.