Light Fury Angry Novels & Stories

"Majority acquisition. Effective immediately. All three of us." The room went absolutely silent. I stared at the document trembling in Gerald Park's hands. Lucian, Gavin, and Zane had bought the Miami Fury overnight. Gerald was not their boss anymore. Gerald worked for them. And from the look on Lucian's face when he turned back to me, I understood something that stopped my breath completely. The team was never the move. I was.

It will be a while before he realizes that Freya is missing and I'm sure he'll be pissed off. Freya sighed softly and began to open her eyes and I smiled at her. Confusion swam through her eyes and a few seconds later they were filled with anger. She was about to hit me but I pinned her against the bed before she had the chance. She's sending daggers at me with her glare and I've never been so happy to see her. "Welcome home Freya." She stared at me in disbelief. "Fuck you Lain" she muttered bitterly glaring at me.

*Shut up * He said with extreme anger and even more irritation, as he moved to his room, swearing within himself that he would make that bitch pay double the price for the negative feelings she made him feel. At Lucian's Lucian was still in shock, as he looked at Fury, who stood in front of them with her huge black wings and fire burning in her body. She moved her hand to reveal meteors of fire, shooting into the hearts of those who were attacking Lucien's barrier Who could not comprehend the matter, as he looked at Fury in shock, his tongue completely swollen. The last thing he actually expected was for this little girl to be a weapon of destruction for the King of Darkness.

Forget it They are angry.

As a result, they both glared angrily at the young lady, who had belittled a member of their family. “Hmph… Fire Lion Fist, Forest Burning Fist!”

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

A deep-seated fury burned within them, a fire that seemed to fuel their every move. Their eyes blazed with an unspoken rage, a rage that seemed to course through their very veins like liquid flame. Their arms moved with a swift, deadly precision, the edges of their blades slicing across the skin of their victims with a sickening ease. The slayers themselves were a terrifying sight to behold. Clad in black from head to toe, their faces masked by darkness, they seemed to blend seamlessly into the shadows. Only their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, a fierce light that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment.

What the fuck? My anger snapped like a whip, and the sharp murmurs in the air only fueled it, each whisper stabbing at me as if trying to wound Liora through her words. I could feel her heart break as if it were my own, her composure finally breaking—her face pale, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t. I curled my fists and spoke, my voice booming over the tense atmosphere. “This is unacceptable. I demand a solution. Now!” Every head in the crowd turned towards me, the tension thick enough to taste. My lycan coiled tightly, ready to strike, glowing with warning that echoed in my mind.

The look of fury in my eyes mirrored the chaos before me. I had to do something—anything—before someone got seriously hurt. We need to stop them, Lyra, Amira, my wolf, warned urgently. "I know," I muttered under my breath. "But I can’t just expose myself like that." My gaze darted between their faces—fangs bared, saliva dripping from their snarling mouths. The rage in their glowing eyes was deadly. "The fury and anger we shifters carry..." I whispered to myself.

I massage her raging nerves. Anger,rage and fury, Alex's inevitable (unavoidable) personality. Extremely beneficial during battle. Great for her and unlikely great for her opponent. "Crave a fight?,am medaled for brewing challenging battle" Tyler flaunts his lanky muscles. "Oh no you don't!" Alex explodes. "Enough!,enough!!!" I push both gritting parties backwards. "For once, quit enraging yourselves!" I yell frustrated at Alex, relaxed Dolan and foolishly bouncing Tyler.