Most Scariest Zodiac Sign When Angry Novels & Stories

I don't know. Suddenly a cold wind blew. I stopped watching Raid and Glade exchanging punches and kicks. What's with this chill? “We need to protect ourselves. Everyone run and hide!” Suzaine shouted to all of us in the quadrangle. Why? What's happening? “It is bad to make that child angry. He is Marc Ryan Vertuso, the Sagittarius of the 12 Celestial Zodiacs. Hurt everyone, but, not his pet or else you’ll face your instant death. The whole Academy will be destroyed by chance if we will not stop him right now,” Caya explained while in a hurry. It seemed that she's not making up things.

Those of power tend to grow bigger than the rest somehow, especially after they shift for the first time and have their wolves, and right now, I’m staring wide-eyed at the faces of two angry shifter wolves, one of beta blood, and the other who loves to push me around for sport. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, please. I was just sitting here. I haven’t done anything wrong.” Always choose the calm path, no need to stoke the flames of anger...wise words from the moon goddess that I really want to strangle right now. Sometimes it works like I hope it would right now, other times, the parties I face are just unreasonable jocks like these two. Ansel’s eyes narrow at my words. “How long ha

" The more they stay the same Queen Cleopatra." " Why do I get the feeling that you haven't opened up completely to Eleanor ?" "Well my moon rising is scorpio, ." " Well my moon rising is libra and you both have the same rising moon . " " Angelo is a very lucky man." " How so?" " You don't like conflict." " Yes but my impulsiveness can be my downfall since my sun is in cancer." " You are his world and mine too." "aww Daniel . You are not saying this because you won the bet are you?"

Adrian's first smile that had made my heart race. Then darker images. The rejection. The execution vote. The hunters chasing us through rain and darkness. She was angry. So angry. At everyone who had hurt us. And that anger was feeding the power. Making it unstable. Making control harder. I know, I thought. I am angry too. But Dante is right. If we let rage guide us, we will destroy ourselves along with our enemies. My wolf sent back defiance. They deserved destruction. Deserved to feel the pain they had inflicted.

“Says who? You? You aren’t the Alpha anymore, I am and whatever I say stands!” I snapped, glaring at him. Even I didn’t know where that confident came from, but I was enjoying it. “Aria, that’s enough.” Elias grabbed my wrist. He sounded so scared of the whole situation. Everyone knew that Provoking Kael was a terrible thing and the biggest mistake anyone would ever make. As I was told, Kael’s anger was one of the things no one want to witness. They said when he get angry, the sky turn dark, and that day, no one in the pack sleeps peacefully.

"I don't like this. You're shutting me out of things that concern me. As the Luna of the Pack this concerns me as much as it does you." He looked at me like he was tired of my arguing, "I appreciate that. But stop. If I need you to worry about something, I will tell you that. Until then, try not to over-stress yourself." I pursed my lips at him, "I know what you're doing. You're worried that the stress will have an impact on my shift. Lobo, I'm a Lycan, not an idiot." He laughed at my retort, "Okay, you got me. I am worried that it will cause you to shift. We now know that anger triggers a shift. We don't know what other triggers you have, we need to be careful."

Being a supreme alpha makes it even more so. Shock registers first, followed by anger. I feel a raging storm of unfathomable anger build up inside me. I feel like I can burst any moment. It is so overwhelming that I see nothing but red. That is Summer. My mate begging that good-for-nothing god of trickery to fill her up with her seed. Why, oh why dear wolf spirits and moon goddess?

How does one handle a temperamental wolf? Take Aries, for example. When he’s not basking in the attention people give me because of him, he’s angry. Not just any kind of anger—an ancient, bone-deep rage that rattles through my very core, burning hot and violent. And when he’s not angry, he’s sad. Depressed, even. Almost suicidal. And now, suddenly, I have to deal with that. I stare out of Caspian’s window, my head resting against the soft pillows. The sky is a dull shade of blue, the kind that promises a slow morning.

From the growl he created from his turning, it made the entire cafeteria shake. There is always a stage in some werewolves,, a stage where a werewolf goes beyond anger and breaks. There are different versions of views of it. It is called the "moon howl". No one could stop a werewolf at that point in time. But the most powerful moon howl of all changed things. It was the first generation of werewolves to have ever had such anger. Many wolves tried to summon the most powerful moon howl to no avail.

Declan: Aster bristled with anger – it sparkled in the air like electricity. Declan stood closer, getting ready to stop her in case she lost her temper. Anger was the strongest of vampire emotions, and took the longest to get under control. It took him nearly a century to learn how to control his rage.