Mlp Twilight Angry Novels & Stories

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.

Every twitch of his lips, every sparkle in his eye, was a fresh betrayal, a new reminder of the pain he had caused. I felt my jaw clench, my teeth grinding together in a futile attempt to contain the fury that threatened to consume me. My hands curled into fists, the nails digging deep into my palms as I struggled to maintain a semblance of calm. But it was no use. Malcolm's smile was a constant reminder of his deceit, and it fed the flames of my anger, making it harder to keep my emotions in check.

“It’s dark and cold there. Anyway, that’s just my advice.” “Take your advice to the Twilight with you,” the necromancer snorted, trying to pay no attention to the dead druid. A moment later, he chuckled reluctantly at his own thoughts, If I were a swamp witch, I’d just bewitch her, and that would be the end of it. “Oh, Reivy, Reivy… You know it’s impossible! Killing her would be better,” Ulfricus shook his head. However, the necromancer didn’t listen to him anymore. He saw only Angelina’s thin face. He closed his eyes and pronounced barely audibly, “My victory is bitter when you’re angry, little one. But I won’t yield.”

He unconsciously praises me, and a smile makes a way to my lips. We arrive on our floor, "Thanks for the company." He smiles cheekily, "Damn, I didn't get your name." I smile before replying, "Warren Sophia." And his expression changes and it's worth watching. Suddenly he hugs me with excitement beaming in his eyes, "Thank you. Thank you for coming into Mr Warren's life." "What the hell is going on here?" We both freeze hearing Aspen's angry voice, very very angry voice. ASPEN'S POV

With anger fuelling me, I reared my arm back and punched the camera, shattering it into pieces. With the same anger in my blood, I stormed into his bedroom, finding him buttoning his shirt up. Just when I thought he was redeemable. I should have know better. I fisted his collar and slapped him. Hard. His head whipped to the side. I refused to feel any guilt. "How dare you invade my privacy?! Did you get off on it?" He didn't say a word, his head slowly turning to face me. He locked his grey eyes on me. His pupil was just the eye of the tornado. He wrapped his hand around my throat and I shot him a look of loathing, all the while clawing at his hand.

They will all cry of blood and beg but no mercy. My heart suddenly felt a spung of pain but I neglect it. My tears are already in my eyes but I controlled it so much not to flow in my face. my hands are trembling with such anger but nothing can erase it. I tried to calm but as I remember those flowers, animals and the forest being burned with no mercy, my heart instantly feel agony. I felt deep pity for the lost lives that humans didn't realize. I felt deep anger to those who did that such crime. Maybe he was happy that he hurt the feelings of the owner by doing revenge in those flowers, but time will come he will die in frint of me. I unconsciously kneeled because of sympathy I can't hold o

I spoke walking towards him and grabbed his collar depicting the amount of anger I was feeling. I didn’t know why I was so angry, for him touching me in the first place or for breaking apart our kiss in between. What made me angrier? The amount of fury that wrecked my brains and made me hold his collar while I just slapped him the other day, I didn’t know where it came from. “I've had enough of your tantrums; you better know your place.” He spoke and grabbed my neck slapping my hand off of his collar. His harsh voice and red eyes made me peer down on the floor in terror.

Are you an angel of death? He smirked at me and replied in a husky voice "Angel of death, ha? I can be with pleasure" saying this he brought his face closer to mine, as I witnessed his blue eyes turning blood red color and wait what? I could see two pointy things coming out parting his lips. He opened his mouth revealing his dangerous fangs and he bent down to find a spot on my neck. "H-he iiis a-a Va-Vamp-ppi-Vampire?" My eyes grew wide in horror,

Slowly, she lowered her hand. "Ah, Jesus, here we at again?" Loftgant asked, completely dismayed at the interruption he received just for some baseless information. "Morsen, whatever you're thinking right now, I just want to remind you that this is an actual murder case, not some puzzle problem in a kindergarten that you must solve for Daddy's candy."

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.