Side By Side Fury Novels & Stories

I was never safe, never with someone who would even sacrifice a penny for my life. I frowned as the warmth beside me disappeared, not enough to make me wake up fully. I was just noticing a change. Growls. My mind settled with it being Fury, but the sound grew. Teeth were snapping; one growled, and another one answered. My eyes flew open. It was still pretty dark; the fireplace only had a smoldering glow, but the flames had died. I had to blink several times, and as I slowly sat up, I quickly covered my mouth with both hands as I heaved for air. Fury stood with his back turned to me. The fur along his spine stood up.

Lucien said as he took out his fiery sword, before preparing to fight as he said to his soldiers who were standing behind him “Prepare for battle, and be careful and none of you turn into a wolf.” Although none of them understood what was happening, everyone got ready as they looked at each other and anxiety gripped them, especially from the fog that surrounded them all, in addition to the yellow and blue lights that spread throughout the place. While on the other side in the prison of the Werewolf Kingdom, Fury was on the verge of losing her mind, hitting everything so madly, that she had punched a hole in the wall next to her. “Damn, I didn’t know Eugene was going with him.”

It was always yours. The duel stretched long, brutal. Her opponent fought like a wolf with nothing to lose—snapping, tearing, dragging her down again and again. Her breath came ragged. Her body screamed and then, something broke. The Fury roared to life. It burned through her muscles, through her lungs, through her very bones. Fire and shadow spilling from her like wings unfurled, her eyes lit with that primal blaze of power no council decree could deny. She struck. A blur of claws, of teeth, of force that wasn’t just hers but something older, deeper, carried in her bloodline. The courtyard lit with the violence of it, wolves stumbling back, shielding their eyes from the storm and when it cl

Veilon looks down at the small speck of blood on his cuff, obviously unable to withstand the direct, piercing gaze of the Fury Leader. “Your furies are well trained. You did a great job repelling the second werewolf attack. It is surprising that you defeated them without any losses and only with melee weapons. he says, looking around the basement garage, littered with the corpses of werewolves. Lusters straightens his braids, which end in oblong metal tips. Fine carvings on them occasionally sparkled with shades of yellow.

Their synergy was undeniable, and their combat skills were honed to perfection. "Keep moving forward!" Kris yelled as they pushed deeper into Bluefur territory. "We've got this!" Jacob replied, his eyes blazing with determination. The Bluefur warriors faltered, unable to withstand the duo's relentless onslaught. As they fought, Kris and Jacob's camaraderie grew, their trust and loyalty forged in the heat of battle. Denzel tore through the Bluefur ranks, his movements fluid and deadly. His claws sliced through the air, striking true with precision. A Bluefur warrior lunged, jaws wide open. Denzel sidestepped, countering with a swift kick that sent the attacker crashing to the ground.

Fury pulsed through my veins at the very thought. I see him again sitting by her side, his hand still resting casually on her knee, his eyes taking her in, a sly smile on his face. I am fighting everything within me to stop myself attacking him, and going off the tension I am sensing from my mates they are fighting their instincts too…

“Your eyes may look like mine, but the ugly behind them makes them soulless. We may have similar features, but we are nothing alike. You can paint your face up, and try your best, but the poison behind the mask still shows. Are you sure, Lady Cherry, that I’m the stand in or is it possible that it is your jealousy that truly makes you the defective one?” Fury sets into her eyes, and she bares her claws. “How dare you, you little bitch?!” she yells, and strikes me hard across the face. I cry out in pain as warm blood from the claw marks left behind pools from my face and patters on the wood of the floor. She grabs my neck with one and squeezes hard. The room spins, and she raises her clawed h

Stanley Archibald's hands fisted to his sides. Fury turned his eyes red and his lips pursed. I wished to move back, but my ego somehow held me together, taking my back. Tbc...

But by God, I was ready to take down as many of them as I could before they took me. Fury was a worthy companion I soon learned. It completely flattened all fetters of fear and doubt. There was no second-guessing or backing off. I met every attack, full force, only caring to deliver my vengeance. Nothing else mattered. Not living. Not dying. I just wanted to make the world bleed for what it had just done to Sable.

I enter chest heaving as it all stops and huge eyes take in my golden eyes. "your that alpha",is said as I growl viciously at them. "yes, I say stalking closer wanting to tear them apart, I'm that alpha",the first guy swings but I duck and my fist collides with his temple and he goes down. The second tries to push me back but I don't budge and my knee connects with his stomach. He doubles over gagging as the third takes out a gun and aims at Kat and my pup. Fury is pissed and wants out but I reign in my anger. Calm down Fury if he shoots both could die.