Manga Angry Novels & Stories

Anger management at its finest. I let out a growl with Flare adding to the sound. As we let the anger for the threat of our mate and pack consume us, I could feel the flames in my eyes and then my body combusts. I charge the doll swiping at any piece of it I can. It is unnaturally fast and agile for being bundled sticks. I continue to tap and touch whatever parts I can. I don’t think it has realized my strategy yet, it just continues to charge at me. I let it get a few hits in, just to allow it to get closer.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Unexpectedly human. It disturbed me. Because suddenly I realized something dangerous. Marten was changing around me. And somehow… I was changing around him too. He stepped closer slowly. Not enough to overwhelm me. Just enough for his presence to settle around me. “You’re angry,” he said quietly. “I should be.” “Yes.” I swallowed hard. His eyes did not leave mine. “But anger without direction destroys the person carrying it first.” Something inside me tightened painfully. Because he was right again. And I hated that.

I replied with a smile on my face, showing her that her plan to get me angry wasn't going to work. “Imagine Kilan hadn't rejected you, I would be so happy with my sweet Dante, while you receive the beating of your life” Her words hit me like a boomerang, and a surge of anger rushed through my veins, My face flushed with frustration, my brows furrowed, and my fists clenched tightly at my sides. I could feel the heat radiating off my body, fueling the fire within.

INEZ I saw rage, fury, and madness. His eyes were lit on fire. The look that he had on his face made me wanna run away from him. He was glaring at them without even blinking for a single second. His hold on me increased but it was very gentle. His clenched jaw was strikingly noticeable in the dark. He was pissed. Mad. I never thought you could see a real monster who is angry beyond repair, yet here I was in the arms of one very angry monster. He was fuming. His hot breath kept hitting my forehead. His chest was rising and falling constantly with all the heavy breathing.

And there is nothing more dangerous in this world, in any world, than someone calm, clear, and angry. ✾ Eleanor instantly paled. Amara flinched, but nevertheless, her glare was still on Eleanor. She was shaking, anger radiating off her in waves. Her golden eyes shining in fury and something else entirely. Lady Vita’s eyes narrowed from behind Amara. Eleanor could already hear her teeth grinding together. Clicking her tongue, she grabs onto Amara’s ear and starts pulling her out of the kitchen.

Lanky took a look at the crowd, then sighed, “We’ll give it back—” “No, no games,” Mangolia interrupted, his voice hard and firm. “You’ve already pounded the humor out of me." He stated, raising his index finger and tilting his head sideways. He was in the best mood to count offenses. "Let’s call it fair after I return the favor.” his words ended in a guttural growl. Mangolia’s ears twitched, his senses sharpening with a predatory precision. A low growl curled from his throat as his lips pulled back, fangs lengthening painfully, stretching the corners of his mouth.

Ansel turned to hear Angela say his name, and he smiled teasingly at his flagship. "Damn you bullies! I will kill you!" shouted the man, who was back on his feet and lunging at Ansel. There was a fistfight there. Ansel was made to fall. And when the man attacked again with one of the slippery road notice boards on the street, Angela rushed to kick the man's side until he fell down when he was about to hit Ansel. "Damn woman!" The man was so angry that he took out another knife from the side of his clothes and lunged at Angela.

I got angry watching the scene. -Whoa, where are the good guys going? - Says Day smiling sarcastically. she wants to play - I'll take your colleague to rest or have fun as you please - Says the asshole. An anger surged through my body wanting to smash his face. - The way she is I better take her home - Says Day starting to get serious. He holds her tighter and I hear her moan in pain. I feel my eyes change color to red. - Give me her - Says Day with eyes also changed.