Light Fury Angry Novels & Stories

But as he was headed for the telephone line, the power was suddenly restored and a swarm of cops came banging at the door. ''It's an emergency. Open up!'' The cops shouted rattling the handle, attempting to force their way in. ''It's the cops. Open up and let us in. Now!'' ''The door's locked from behind. I'm trapped in,'' Donovan snapped back impatiently as he watched the cops and medical personnel troop in heavily armed with ammunition and medical equipment respectively. The arrival of the cops and medical personnel into the ward was greeted by the bright light that poured across the ward revealing the killer's signature boldly scribbled across the walls in blood lettering: ''I Am Fury.''

It was as if the fury had torn open the heavens, unleashing the malevolent spirits of the underworld. Liam, engulfed in righteous fury, bellowed, "You've insulted my wife and daughter! You all deserve to perish! Today, the Hughes family will fall!" His voice, fierce as a demon from the depths, carried a chilling intent that echoed through the mansion, piercing the ears of everyone present. Then, with all eyes fixed on him, Liam marched onto the stage bathed in the spotlight, his combat boots thudding with a resonance that recalled the roar of a dragon.

His piercing blue eyes burned with fury as he glared at the men before him, their faces pale and uneasy. “You think I slept with a ghost?” he snarled, his voice low but dangerous, every word laced with fury and disbelief. His tall frame was tense, his fists clenched as he paced, the tension radiating off him like heat. The room, with its dim lighting and heavy silence, seemed to shrink around him as his anger grew.

, she ended. “ This sounds funny and at the same time, terrifying”, he added and at the same time laughed out loud as he stepped his feet on the accelerator. “ oh, will you at least slow down, I can’t fear when I was in the air and fear when I’m in your car too”, she warned him vehemently. “ I thought you were supposed to be angry with me, why are you acting all nice and calm?” she questioned trying to get a perfect explanation for his actions.

KING ARLO'S POV ANGER. FURY. OUTRAGE. WRATH. INDIGNATION. I was feeling all these at once, and it was almost bringing me to a breaking point. I could hear my Lycan's growl at the back of my mind. He was just as inflamed with fury as I was. My hands stuck out, ready to morph into my Lycan and create gruesome havoc. A firm hand held mine, forcing it down. My head snapped up and I was met with Ivan's cautious gaze.

Lucifer and Azrael then took a few steps towards the next prison cell, but before she could go in, Lucifer noticed how many guards were laid out in the hallway ahead of them. “Freya seems angry,” ze said. “I mean, she really didn’t pull any punches against some of those guards.” “Well yeah,” Azrael replied. “Just look at these people, what the Illuminated did to them. If I was her, I’d be taking my frustration out on them, too.” “I get that it’s bad or whatever. But why get angry in the first place?” “You know, a better question to ask yourself is why you aren’t.” Azrael then ducked into the next cell and left Lucifer to hir thoughts.

Though she knew it was not the right moment to lose her temper, she clinched her teeth. Anthony Lucas forcefully hit the table with his hand. Suddenly, the entire room was silent. "You're all members of the Lucas family, and today is my mother's birthday," he remarked. No matter how much you often dislike us, you all have to put up with it today! Get the hell out of there, whomever can't accomplish it!" Anthony was still in charge of MC Enterprise and had decades of expertise in the business sector. No one dared to cause him any more trouble after he lost his temper. They all remained mute.

Yet, amidst the tempest of fury, a flicker of clarity emerged—a beacon of understanding that illuminated the path forward. I clenched my fists, the tension in my muscles a tangible manifestation of the conflict raging within me. This anger, this burning tempest, could either be my downfall or my salvation. It was a delicate balance, a tightrope I had to tread with utmost caution. I couldn't allow myself to be consumed by this inferno. No, I needed to harness its power, to wield it as a tool in my relentless pursuit of freedom.

I snap and launch at him in anger. As I lunch at him in anger, my eyes burn with an otherworldly fire, reflecting under the sunlight like molten silver. The air crackles with anticipation as I face off against Athan yet again because of Imogen. The thought of Athan taking Imogen away from me fuels my anger and I go all out: Muscles coiled with tension, I unleash a primal roar that echoes through the whole room, a declaration of my unyielding determination.

He grabs my chin and force me to look him in the eyes. “Uncle! LET HER GO!!” The room trembles under the weight of his fury, a tempest brewing within his very being. His eyes blazed like two fiery orbs filled with a dark, smoldering intensity that wants to consume everything in their path. His clenched fists trembles, knuckles as white as snow. His fighting hard to control the overwhelming surge coursing through his veins. “If you dare harm even a hair on her head, I will end your life here.” His voice emerged, a thunderous roar that pierce the air, like a lightning bolt, his words filled with so much venom, each syllable dripping with the acid of his wrath. The hair on the back of my neck r