Light Fury Angry Novels & Stories

Chapter 9: Kitten “Nobody's angry all the time unless you're a psycho.-J.Denovich” AMAIA’S POV “Or do you want me to teach you an aiming lesson on how to throw a dagger straight to your target?” There I know my freaking anger issues hit him. “How dare you!” My voice echoed making all the people stop from walking, and when they saw the man’s scrutinizing eyes, they quickly sprint out shaking. Only me, his men-in-black bodyguards, and the jerk-head disrespectful guy who add fuel to my anger.

I wanted to say something else, but the man who had just been hugging Lya came up again and stood directly between us, blocking my view of Lya. "I do not know who you are, but you cannot take Lya," the man's voice disgusted me to no end, not to mention the look of pride on his face. Damn, I could not suppress my anger for so long! A surge of pent-up anger, long restrained within the depths of my being, surged forth with an unstoppable force. Fuelled by a mix of frustration, disbelief, and a burning desire for justice, I unleashed the fury that had been festering within me. With a primal roar, I propelled my clenched fist forward, the weight of my emotions propelling it towards its target — t

Their blows were heavy, powerful, filled with lethal intent, as though one second of hesitation could be their last. Cliff gritted his teeth, his face contorted with utter rage. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness and fury as he realized he had been outmaneuvered. The pain from Alice’s kick nearly brought him to his knees, but his anger fueled him to fight back. He roared and threw a powerful punch at Louis’ face, his eyes flashing with frenzy and hatred. “You bastards! You dare to deceive me?!” Cliff hissed through his gritted teeth, his fury threatening to burn everything in its path.

,fuck the kid isn't holding any punches. "you never deserved guard duty boy I am stronger than you will ever be and I should of gotten it. I hate I got stuck with you three for my family. Waste of space and time ",he Is a complete asshole Fury growls. "we got stuck with an abuser Fred and I hope alpha fucks you up before ending your pathetic life. Mom will wake and reject you so I'm happy she will get another mate. Better than you in all ways",he lunged but Sean stood looking tired.

But the drug and panic drowned it almost instantly. Adrian roared like a wounded lion, launching himself at the nearest operative with savage, animalistic force. His massive frame collided with the black-clad man, sending both crashing into an antique mahogany side table that exploded into splinters under their weight. Fists flew in brutal, bone-crunching close-quarters combat. Adrian’s possessive rage fueled raw, unrefined power honed by years of unchecked dominance. He landed a devastating elbow strike to the operative’s ribs, the sickening crack of bone echoing. But the tranq dart was already coursing through his veins, making his movements heavy, sluggish, his vision beginning to tunnel

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

It was as if my very soul was aflame with the fury of a thousand suns. My heart pounded in my chest as anger coursed through my veins. The betrayal stung like a thousand needles, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to unleash my power, to let my enchantment wreak havoc. But before I could even utter a word, Dante's figure blurred in front of me, his Lycan speed taking me by surprise.

His words were sharp, and the air around us seemed to grow heavy with the weight of his contempt. Fred, seeing our mocking attitude, grew visibly darker, his face contorting in fury. He roared, "I don’t care who you are! You’re all going to die! Attack every one of them!!!" His expression twisted with rage, his eyes burning with mad fury, as though he wished to annihilate us completely. However, what he hadn’t anticipated was that the resurrected undead didn’t heed his commands. Instead, they turned on each other, each charging toward their respective enemies. Yolanda lunged at Maria with a grotesque snarl, Roy glared at me with murderous intent, while the other spirits rushed toward Harry,

She stated. “Correct.” “But the world didn't cause you pain.” She added. “Petra is happy because she refused to blame everyone.” Aethon scoffed. “Like it's so easy.” “Is that the reason why you helped me? Because you think we are the same?” She dropped the cup on the bedside table. “Are we not?” “Oh, we are nothing alike.” “They consider us monsters!” “I am not a monster!” She roared. “Then tell me.” He looked at her. “Why are you so angry?”

But I shouldn’t be. The last thing I remember is Remy’s body going limp beneath my hands, then her… my mate, standing a few feet away, haloed in moonlight and fury. The air around her shimmered, alive with threads of gold and silver light that spread across her skin like fire desperate to be set free. Her eyes locked on mine, and for one impossible heartbeat, everything stopped. I saw it; the storm gathering inside her, power vast enough to burn the world clean. She wasn’t afraid. She was glowing with fury, our very own avenging angel. Then came the crack of gunfire, and the burn that tore straight through my chest. Death was already taking hold when the world exploded in light.