Knuckles Angry Novels & Stories

He is shivering in anger,his eyes are blood shot red,veins on his hand and neck popping out while he clench his jaws tightly. Oh God!Is he going to hit me? I gulp my saliva in fear while looking everywhere but at him.Why did I disobey him when he clearly warned me to stay out of his way?Now I don't know how will I endure his anger?My heart is beating frantically seeing his knuckles turning white as he clench them into a fist.His suit jacket has been discarded and his disheveled shirt's sleeves is rolled upto his elbows.His hairs are messy due to constant pulling.He is a sight for eyes looking devilishly handsome even hotter in his angry mode.

He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck until it popped. Then, he grinned. “It’s time for a fucking rematch,”

Blood seeps from my knuckles as I keep punching wildly. Hannah manages to land a couple jabs and kicks me in the ribs so hard that I swear she cracked one. Still, I continue flailing, punching, attacking. My wolf is out for blood and I can’t hold her back anymore. Before I even know it’s happening, I feel the shift.

Nail. “Scram you little shit, you’re pissing me off.” Chen was getting more agitated because Jai didn’t show any sign of leaving. Jai’s knuckles turned white. He had not realized he had clutched his hands in anger. His patience was running low, but he didn’t want to leave just yet. At least he had to punch something to sooth his knuckles’ anger as well. Chen’s face seemed well served for it. As Jai sent him a look, Chen also noticed that the former was targeting him. He didn’t feel the need to reciprocate Jai, so he snapped his fingers.

What in the actual fuck? I stomp toward the door, the anger and frustration rising in me with every step. Without thinking, I just react- I lash out, striking the cold metal of the doorframe with a fist. I hear the crunch of bones breaking in my hand before the pain even registers- and once it does, it’s only a dull ache, far outweighed by the pain searing through my chest. I pull my fist back to see dark red blood seeping through the broken skin on my knuckles, glancing at the doorframe to admire the dent I put in the metal. It doesn’t quell my rage completely, but it helps.

Shaun hit the light post beside not feeling any pain over his twisted knuckles, he didn't even notice the blood coming out, but the pain from regret of coming late to rescue his chosen match, was devouring him. “Argghh! Fuck!” He screamed in anger to vent it out, enduring more in his knuckles. “If you just come out earlier to lend me a hand without tarrying for shit of fuck, I could've saved my Omega on time” Shaun screamed again with his back facing Rikko, trembling with anger. “Now what will I do? Huh! I don't even know what worst they will do to my Omega!” Shaun screamed to let all out his anger, or he will hit Rikko in no time, giving another punch on the light post pulling his hair in f

I slip left and drive my elbow into his face. Bone connects with bone. He snarls and clips me anyway, knocking me sideways like I’m a little leather ball. I go down on one knee, breath leaving me in a grunt, but spring back up just in time to twist around his next crazy lunge. There’s blood on his lips. He tastes it. His eyes change. He’s furious now — adrenaline flooding him, movements bigger, louder. Anger makes you strong. It also makes you sloppy. “Aaarrgghhh!”

He went to the broken screen and punched more and more in it. His knuckles started bleeding due to the tiny pieces of glass pierced into his knuckles but he cared less. He kept punching the screen until there was nothing left but it still didn't calm his anger down. He then walked towards the gate and started punching and kicking it in anger because his anger was not in control.

I twisted, and twisted, and did not stop until he let go of me in an attempt to get the knife. At that exact moment, I spun around and tackled him. I heard a thud and a crunch as his back hit rock. Straddling him, I started to punch him in the face, losing all control in the process. All my anger, all my frustration, my fear, my hatred came pouring out of me. I kept going until I felt my knuckles break. I punched and punched and punched, until there was nothing but hair and blood and bone left, and long after he stopped breathing.

Agabus's cries of pain mixed with Lily's desperate sobs, creating an atmosphere thick with fear and despair. Nick's eyes were wild, his face contorted into a mask of pure anger. He seemed almost possessed, his actions driven by a primal force that he could no longer control. Each punch he threw was filled with a hatred that seemed to consume him, leaving no room for rational thought. His knuckles were raw and bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice or care. All that mattered to him in that moment was making Mr. Agabus pay for whatever transgressions had pushed him to this breaking point.