Side By Side Fury Novels & Stories

Gold and blue, black and silver, they tumbled through the air, smashing against each other in blinding speed. Above, Angelica pinned Fury against the wall, a hand at her throat. “You’re just a messenger,” Angelica spat bitterly. “You don’t get to play god.” Fury grinned, even as her feet dangled inches above the ground. “Like I said, I quit,” she grinned, and then Angelica surged gold power down her throat. Fury let out a scream that I felt in my soul before going silent. Angelica discarded her to the floor and landed gracefully next to the still body. Then her eyes snapped to me.

The huge black wolf with blood red eyes growls menacingly, baring its teeth. - Fuck, Fury, stop it. Let Alex out. “Fury stop it. Micky is our friend. He would not betray us.” “He had his hands on our mate. I'll kill him" Alex tries with all his might to control Fury, but Fury won't let him out. Fury throws himself into the river, trying to attack Micky when Kat screams. - Stop it immediately or I don't like you anymore. Fury stops, returns to the bank with his head down, and whimpers at Kat's feet.

The clash of fur and steel filled the air as the two sides collided, the intensity of the fight escalating with every passing moment. As the clash of steel and snarls of fury filled the night air, the battlefield became a swirling vortex of chaos and determination. The attackers, driven by their primal instincts and thirst for power, lunged at us with savage ferocity. But we stood resolute, our fangs bared and our hearts aflame with an unyielding resolve.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

Long before then, they had respected the peace and serenity of the friendship, they never in any way breached what was meant for the other. Michelle and Ella, were the first to come together as friends, they lived an admirable life of true friendship. Ella was cold hearted whereas, her friend was hot tempered ......so, they had a way of understanding their different nature. Later joined them was Ekaris, he was the immediate younger brother to Michelle. The three of them carried on the friendship for several years before Bruno and Clinton who were friends before later joined them. That was how their number increased to five.

“Everyone will have seen that.” “He’s powerful...” Zyra retracted her hand. Studying the man in awe. “I’ve never touched that kind of raw power.” Hawk rolled sideways and Fury lifted his hands to let him go as he leapt to his feet huffing. Still holding his side in pain. It was singed black and hissing with smoke. His teeth were gritted, and his chest heaved with his pained breaths. “Ouch!” He cried vehemently. Looking from Zyra to the wound.

That wasn't what this was about. "You can get back with her and everything will be like before—" "You think I want to get back with that fucking bitch?" Sam cried. "I'd rather stick my dick in a blender than put it anywhere near that dirty slut. I wouldn't even put the tip in her." This made his new mates howl with laughter. It wasn't his intention to be funny, but he'd take it. "Why don't you man up and fight your own battles?" Tom asked, squaring up to Sam. He saw red. Jayce's lesson on how to punch flashed before his eyes and before he knew it, Tom was on the floor at his feet.

But just as Fu Tian sneered, several attacks suddenly came from the side. "Holy crap..."

Their formation grew as they appeared one by one. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw teh Fire Team join us on the right side. I nodded at Aaron and gave him a thumbs up. Despite the huge powerful army Aaron was about to face, his face was calm and his eyes shone with determination. I felt the adrenaline course through me seeing his confidence. We were forced to move back several yards as there was no space for the opponents to stand. My heart sank as their numbers grew. The dark shifters formed a beeline on the left while the Golden Shifters made assembled on the right. By the time all of them had transformed, we were hugely outnumbered.

His fury was a tangible thing, a suffocating wave of righteous anger that washed over the cold, sterile space of my self-imposed exile. I didn’t even flinch. I stood unmoving before the grimy window, the bruised knuckles of my fists white against the cold glass, staring out at the turbulent, unforgiving sky. The storm clouds gathering overhead felt like a fitting reflection of the tempest raging within me, a visual representation of the chaos I had unleashed. “You son of a bitch,” Ryder snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated with barely suppressed violence. His silver eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, were now blazing with a raw, untamed fury.