Light Fury Angry Novels & Stories

I wanna throw something to release my anger but my anger is too much that I can’t even think straight what to do. “Are you disgusted that I am your sibling? That we shared the same blood? You should’ve been grateful that our father made you live in this world—” “Fucking shut up!” I shouted so loud that I hope it breaks his ears. Damn! My throat also hurts! “None of your words are true! My mom wouldn’t kill Zin Lumiere and if that’s true your father fucking deserves it!” I shouted in anger. Carlos stood up and went to me with his heavy footsteps. In his eyes, I see fire. In his eyes, I see danger. He gripped my jaw tightly. I groaned in pain and glared at him.

Rage boiled in me, and my face burned with anger, but rage zealous and primal shone from my eyes. I smashed the safe box with even greater strength, my arms raised high and then crashing down hard on the metal surface. The impact rang through me, sending shockwaves through my body. The safe box shook and groaned as its metal skin buckled and warped under the weight of the blow, which still did not yield. The fury within me was a living, breathing entity, a rabid beast that had been unleashed and gone berserk. I found myself no longer in control of my actions; my emotions drove me, a desire for the truth and justice.

My fury surged, causing my entire body to tremble, and I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles throbbed with pain. Seizing the chair, I hurled it across the room, narrowly missing Avim, who swiftly dodged out of harm's way. "Who the fuck is responsible?" I roared, my desire for bloodshed overwhelming me. My eyes twitched as I fought to regain control, plotting a slow and agonizing demise for the traitor who had betrayed me. No mercy would be granted. "Find out who it is!" I commanded, my voice filled with seething rage. Yet, none of them moved. Brayden nervously swallowed, drawing the attention of Avim, who stared at him intently.

Viso took the call without wasting a single second, “If you dare to hurt her again, I will make your death look like a piece of art, You son of a bitch! I will give you death, your soul will scream in dread even after dying.” “Why are you acting all angry suddenly, Bonkers? I hurt your sister and you got all mad but when it was my sister's reputation on the line, my reputation on the line you mocked me, so now when your sister is being humiliated the same way, why are you acting angry, Viso?” Fury ran through his body like a lava. He was comparing His Stella with that bitch! “You touch her again, you die, Sandro. You fucking die!” He snarled, clutching his phone so tightly that his knuckles

The lines on his forehead deepen, etching a map of his inner turmoil. With every accusation, every recollection of past wrongs, Jay's anger intensifies. It fuels his resolve, propelling him forward with a fierce determination to confront his father and expose the depths of his pain. His words are chosen deliberately, carefully crafted to cut through the armor of indifference that his father wears so callously. As the confrontation escalates, Jay's entire body seems to vibrate with an electric energy. His movements become more forceful, accentuated by sudden gestures and sharp, decisive actions. The anger boiling inside him radiates outward, creating an aura of palpable hostility that fills t

"I have this. Fight." ​We clashed again. This time, I let the anger bleed in. Not the petty anger of the past, but the cold, ancient fury of the Lycan. My movements became faster, blurred. I disarmed Val with a twist of my wrist that sent her dagger flying into the mud. I swept her legs, and before she hit the ground, I had my blade at her throat. ​"Dead," I whispered. ​Val stared up at me, her chest heaving. For a second, I saw fear in her eyes. My eyes were glowing, I knew. I could feel the heat radiating from them.

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“You fucking daughter of a stripper! You’ll see what I do to you!” Her eyes blaze with fury, her face contorted in a mask of rage. The venom in her voice is evident, each word dripping with hatred. I can see the veins in her neck bulging, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turn white. She is trembling with anger, barely able to contain herself. I chuckle, amazed at her audacity, her blatant disregard for the situation she's in. Her anger only fuels my resolve, strengthening my determination to see this through.

Gold and blue, black and silver, they tumbled through the air, smashing against each other in blinding speed. Above, Angelica pinned Fury against the wall, a hand at her throat. “You’re just a messenger,” Angelica spat bitterly. “You don’t get to play god.” Fury grinned, even as her feet dangled inches above the ground. “Like I said, I quit,” she grinned, and then Angelica surged gold power down her throat. Fury let out a scream that I felt in my soul before going silent. Angelica discarded her to the floor and landed gracefully next to the still body. Then her eyes snapped to me.

The image of Ameera's devastated expression and Veronica's fearful eyes fueled the inferno within him. Haider stormed outside the room, his fury reaching new heights. The weight of his anger bore down upon his shoulders, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. Every step resonated with an unyielding determination, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path.