Light Fury Angry Novels & Stories

We’re running out of time. “Cover me!” I yell. Lucas curses. “Elara, no—” But I’m already moving. I dive, cutting across the throat of the first man before he can respond. Blood sprays, hot on my flesh. Still another f*e. I whirl, duck, then plunge my blade into his chest. Lucas is with me right away, his gun burning. I advised you to keep back. I wipe blood from my face. “I don’t take orders from you.”

My anger, once invoked, knows no bounds. Who dares attack my children? Not only that, who is this person who is not even affected by the black hole? How did they not get affected? I prohibit my warriors from going to the surface to check. Trident in hand, I rise to the surface alone. I instantly halt and conceal myself. Seems my attacker is just a pesky werewolf teenage girl. I observe her anger outburst and see that she is with a scared and timid human man. I then decide that I have had enough. I release a lightning bolt and hit their only mode of transportation. My aim not to kill but to take them for questioning.

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,

Then she sat upright immediately. “But why didn't he have an introduction?” “A name you mean.” “Those are their names? I thought that was just their description. Like, what they're made up of. Because I somehow got that aura from them before they spoke the words.” “They're named based on what they do. Fury comes up when I'm so angry and kill mode has been activated. Fierce comes up when I'm ready to do something that takes bravery, guts and determination. It's that confident and extremely powerful part of me.”

His eyes simmered with slow burning fury, the type that snuck up and annihilated you before you knew it'd even arrived. It was the first time that I saw him look so angry. Liam has always been his calm, collected and seeing him angry like this made me worry. And if I don't intervene anytime soon, he might probably pound Kendrick into the afterlife. “I’m fine! Just—let him go!” I pleaded, glancing back at Kendrick, who was now reeling from Liam's blow, dazed but still seething with anger.

Luna’s POV Fury blazes through my veins, scorching me from the inside out. Every inch of my body feels like it’s vibrating with anger as Dante drags me through the dimly lit hallways, indifferent to my struggle. He doesn’t care—about my fear, my defiance, or my will. I’m nothing more than something for him to control, and the way he acts makes me want to scream. But the tape over my mouth keeps me silent, suffocating my rage.

This is not how I thought things would turn out, I thought to myself, a sense of despair washing over me. Clyde's face twisted with anger as he glared at me, his eyes blazing with fury. "FUCK!" he roared. "It's your fault," he spat, his words dripping with venom. "I'll kill you today." I could feel my heart beating too fast in fear as I stared back at him, my mind racing with fear and confusion. He’s so full of rage and hatred. It was like he was a completely different person. As he moved closer, I could see the anger in his eyes, the one ready to rip my heart out any moment. I knew that I was in trouble, that I had somehow managed to push him too far.

Her face is a mask of pain and disbelief, her mouth open in a silent scream of agony. My own anger boils over at the sight. Every muscle in my body tenses with rage, my hands clenching into fists so tight that my knuckles turn white. I feel a roar building in my chest, and with all the strength I have, I break free of the men's hold, flinging them off me with a burst of furious energy. My eyes lock onto Darius, and I lunge at him, fangs bared and eyes blazing with fury.