The Furies 2 Novels & Stories

Twin Blade of The Wind! Feng Ying unleashed his technique which was a sharp blade of wind that came out of both hands once it was slashed towards the black bull. Unfortunately, Feng Ying's attack was weaker than Xu Lanyi's earlier attack. But the black bull was even more furious when Feng Ying's attack that had no effect on him hit his body. Wooo! The bull directly attacked Feng Ying by raising both of its front legs, intending to stomp Feng Ying's body to destruction. Heavy Armored Body!

It kept nudging him, too eager to get her attention and she kept on ignoring the nudges. Finally, it bit her. It’s sharp saw-like teeth sinking into her skin. It broke her sleep and the pain released her from Persephone’s enchantment.The creature that had been patiently nudging her to wake up was fury and she had to convince herself that she was not dreaming at all by poking into the furies nose. It was a cute baby fury. Full grown furies are not cute as this one. They are feared and fearsome creatures of the dark that feed on fear and humans. She felt betrayed to find out that there were no soft bed and warm bed covers and there was nothing comfortable in the empty space that she was in. I

As the fruit, glasses and bottles tumbled down the waves of disappointment and frustration hit me hard. Stupid fucking prick you are Rocco. She deserved better. I can do better. What a waste. As her words rioted around my mind they burned. Sleazy pig. Game over. Back to square one. I muttered all of this under my breath as I quickly organised the room. Cashed up, balances checked, safe loaded and bar cleaned down in record time. I was ruthlessly efficient for a change because I was fuelled by anger.

" I challenged. "Look at me and tell me you don't feel anything... And then I'll call you a liar." A snarl ripped out her throat, and she stepped forward. Always so proud. Her honour was everything. "I am not a liar. " "Then admit it. There's something here." She growled again, "their cant be. That's impossible. Ben," Fury hit me like a ton of bricks. "Right. Ben. Your so-called soul mate. Did you ever plan on telling me or was that not on your schedule?"

“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

They didn't get a chance though. I stared at the two squirrels chasing one another up in the tree, even if they had someone to be with! 'This is all your fault!' Fury was mad. He was berserk these days, pacing back and forth in the back of my mind. I don't know what strength remains left in me, because I need to restrain him now and then. If I let him out, he will kill every creature he faces. He's mad at me for agreeing to my mate's idea. I shouldn't have agreed. I shouldn't have let her go by themselves. She may be a Luna, but she's still weak in her physique.

Keondra stepped back in a low whine. She stood before the mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection that stared back. The glassy surface revealed a creature that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The fur was matted with blood, her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a piercing red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. Red saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a sticky thread that clung to the furry chin. Her gaze wandered down her body, taking in the thick, muscular limbs, the razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished bone.

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.

These were predators who had planned every single step. I did not sleep well. Morning came anyway. Zane knocked at six forty with coffee and the blue dress and a look that dared me to argue. I took both without a word. I was saving my energy. I was going to need it. The executive floor of the Fury stadium was quiet at eight in the morning. Glass walls, thick carpet, the kind of air conditioning that cost a fortune to maintain. I had delivered paperwork to this floor exactly once, in my foam suit with the left ear drooping, while a coordinator stared past me like I was furniture.

My wife sold me to the Furies. I was the price she paid to save another man. A spiked whip of hellfire tore through my chest again. "Still breathing, mortal?" A Fury's laughter grated in my ears, sharp as broken glass. The burning agony pierced my bones. I clenched my jaw tight, but a muffled groan still escaped my lips. That tiny sound thrilled her. "Yes! Just like that!" the Fury shrieked with joy. Her whip became a blur of fire, lashing my ruined flesh with savage glee.