Light Fury Angry Novels & Stories

"No matter what you do, or how many tantrums you throw, you’ll always be in my shadow. My cheap replacement." It hurt, even though I kept my face neutral. I felt the burn in my throat, my hands clenched by my sides. I forced a smile, even though it mocked the very composure I fought to keep. Good. Let her taunt me. It hurt—all the more reason to drown in it. To embrace it. This pain, this anger… they were my driving force. What would I be without them? Begging for Felix’s attention? Licking my wounds like a stray dog?

Linda explained. Fury surged within me. "You damn Artificial!" I exclaimed, my voice seething with anger. "How could you fail to do your job properly?" In a fit of rage, my strength spiraled out of control, and I crushed the smartphone in my grasp, severing the connection with Linda. "Damn!" I muttered, slumping in the speedboat, my emotions a whirlwind of chaos. It seemed I had lost all semblance of control over my feelings.

The moment he laid eyes on his Beta, the simmering anger within him erupted into a full-blown inferno. Confronting Garrett, Liam's voice boomed with a ferocity that echoed through the halls, his words filled with a potent portion of fury, "What did you do, Garrett? What did you say to her?" he bellowed, his eyes blazing with a fury that matched his wolf's.

The audacity of his presumption enraged her beyond measure. Fury coursed her veins, fueled by a mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal. She stared at him, her gaze burning with intensity, as she struggled to find the words to convey the depth of her emotions. Every fiber of her being wanted to unleash her fury, to lash out at him for the pain he had caused. "No, Athena," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "I'm here, ready to face whatever punishment you deem necessary. I'll bear the weight of every ounce of anger and frustration you have. Just let it out, and I'll take it all."

What I want doesn't matter at the end of the day. He reared back, leaning off me as though I'd slapped him. "You think because I've taken you, that it doesn't matter?" I tilted my head to look up at him questioningly. "Would you rather every wolf in the pack had you? That you were marked by one such as Fury?" Fury was a terrifying wolf. He had scars and was known for sudden outbursts of violent temper. He was unpredictable and known to be brutal. Same as Draven is.

Anger heated my blood as rage roared through my mind. “Where’s Freya?” I growled as I fought back the chaos raging inside of me. “She’s preoccupied right now, but don’t worry, I will send her back in one piece.” “WHERE IS FREYA?” I ground out through clenched teeth, but I didn’t get a reply. I glanced back at the phone and saw the call had ended. “FUCK!” I screamed as fury seared through me. My hand curled up into a fist as everything around me began to blur into one hazy, fury-filled mist. I could feel my pulse beating beneath my skin. I reached forward, punching the newly built wall, but that didn’t settle the frenzy rushing throughout my body.

"I am just looking out for you." "Then stop! I can look out for myself, Nolan. I am grown. I am capable. Stop looking at me as if I am a damsel that needs saving all the time. It is wearing fucking thin." I growled back and flung myself off of the couch. Fury entered his eyes then. They glowed their beautiful blue. His wolf was so close I could almost touch him. That's where all our anger came from. From our wolves who wanted something whilst everyone else denied it.

That was why he could barely contain it. “Hehe, it hurts so f*cking bad!” Lufian grinned. It was a horrifying grin. Lufian had been used as a target for so long, and he was not the type to repay grievance with kindness. He would return the grudge tenfold, even a hundredfold. After all forty red rays disappeared, Lufian clenched his fist and stomped his foot. Boom! The body shot out again. Without the restraint of the red light rays, he was faster than before.

It was time to unearth the truth, to confront the darkness that had encroached upon our lives, and to ensure that justice prevailed. Fury ignited within me, flames of anger dancing in my eyes as I locked my gaze onto Lexi. Through gritted teeth, I uttered the words that simmered with indignant rage, "So, it was you all along. You are the one responsible for the merciless slaughter of our men."

His fury was a tangible thing, a suffocating wave of righteous anger that washed over the cold, sterile space of my self-imposed exile. I didn’t even flinch. I stood unmoving before the grimy window, the bruised knuckles of my fists white against the cold glass, staring out at the turbulent, unforgiving sky. The storm clouds gathering overhead felt like a fitting reflection of the tempest raging within me, a visual representation of the chaos I had unleashed. “You son of a bitch,” Ryder snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated with barely suppressed violence. His silver eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, were now blazing with a raw, untamed fury.