Sound Fury Book Novels & Stories

Now there were seven vampires wreaking havoc amongst the soldiers, without shackles. "Fucking aye, the psycho's are free to maim and kill, but I've got to be hobbled." Mike grumbled as he threw himself at a pouncing vampire, just before it could rip into a prone soldier. Unfortunately, Mike wasn't much more than a projectile, since his whole body when limp in midair, still, it was enough to waylay the vampire until the soldier could shot it. Oddly enough, the bullets looked red-hot as they flew and left large, smoldering holes in the vampires they struck. How's that saying go about "friendly fire, isn't"? Better not get shot by that shit.

Yet, even when I close my eyes, I cannot blink away the illusion that absorbs my thoughts. “You have no place to give me orders!” Clangor hits along with mother’s yell, just before the voice changes to Owen’s own. “Listen to me, dark Angel!” “Nooo!” Echoes of my scream fills the metal room as I try to get him out of my head even when I know how pointless it is—

Fru's mouth rounded in disbelief as the ink in the book rippled beneath her gaze, words liquefying into an emerald glow. "I want you stable right now" her mouth pursed with desperation as she tried to will the pulsing book between her hand to calm. "Oh gods, what the hell am I doing. Am I going crazy after all?" Fru's right hand rubbed her face, as the book glowed more fiercely, firm in its disobedience. Alive. Hungry. The courtyard melted away, swallowed by shadows and flame. Fru's eyes swerved overhead as she watched the leaves slow in motion. The scent of charred earth filled her nose, the air thick with heat.

one of them stammered. "You little shits want to die today?" I bellowed, layering my voice with a preternatural dominance that shook them to the core. "Then so be it!" Fury's rage consumed me as I surrendered to our primal essence. In a whirlwind, I descended on the soldiers, shredding through their ranks with unstoppable claws and fangs. Screams of agony rent the air as I tore through their feeble defenses, flesh parting like butter to the relentless onslaught of my evolutionary superiority.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

His bloodlust was a thousand times more intense, and so was the energy that flowed inside him like a current driving a dangerous storm. As the sound of men and women screaming, crashes and thuds, growls and whimpers, and cries of pain and agony echoed with a thunderous voice, Fuyu closed his eyes, pausing abruptly as a certain calmness encircled him, a gentle breeze accompanying it, bringing to him the faint whisper that was speaking to him, saying things to him that I couldn't quite grasp. “Well, whatever it is that's bothering you, it's time to collect your thoughts, London, because... he's here. He's waiting for us.” Fuyu's tone was dangerously low.

I watch Johnathan gently rub my mate's sore feet while her and Kat switch between decorations and tablecloths. "since the pack is called Fury Pack how about colors that represent Fury",May says looking at more colors not realizing we are all staring at her. I look at Jonathan who was still rubbing her swollen ankles. "that is an awesome idea May",Kat picks up a book and yellows, reds and gold become the next talk at the table. Our pup kicks and May hisses in pain. Jonathan stops worried. "shit did I press to hard",he look alarmed.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

The weight of our combined voices reverberated through the chamber, resonating with a fervor that echoed our righteous fury. A battle ensued, our pack unleashing a fierce onslaught against the rogue pack. Claws clashed, teeth gnashed, and growls reverberated through the room. The once pristine chamber became a battleground, chaos and determination melding together in a whirlwind of fury. As we fought for our freedom and for the future of our kind, the consequences of our actions became clear. We had chosen the path of rebellion, challenging the established order and taking a stand against the darkness that threatened our existence. But in doing so, we had set in motion a chain of events that