The Furies 2 Novels & Stories

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

Adi stepped back immediately. As her eyes met his eyes, she felt singed. Never had he ever looked at her with that fire in her eyes. There had been yearning, a quiet love, an understanding but never this passion that she saw just now. "Adi..." His name came out in a whisper and Faith cursed herself. But Adi did not let her speak anymore," Fifi...It's time... don't you think?"

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“Why do you sound like that?” “Like what?” “I don’t know.” She tensed up a bit. “Angry.” He slowly reached out, and when she didn’t flinch, he brushed her hair out of her eyes. “I am angry. Not at you, OK? At your stepfather.” “You are?” “Fucking furious.” “Oh.”

I would make an adventure for myself within those few minutes that fate had to spare me. Roaming the palace grounds, I found myself drawn to the patch where I first laid eyes on my now-husband. Memories flooded back of his majestic wolf form, black fur shimmering in the sunlight, and his enchanting green eyes. Those eyes that drew me in and intrigued me beyond lycan comprehension. Those eyes that held no form of warmth for me. However, my elation at finding a familiar space turned to dismay as I stumbled upon the same majestic wolf from my memory nuzzling another wolf. His mate, perhaps. The wer he had chosen over me; the wer who held his heart. I was shocked and hurt, and as I was unable to

"Factions are different groups created by the students. They more or less control the school. They represent other things, such as a particular religion or nobility, and govern the various curriculums. You and I, for that matter, belong to the Furies. " "Furies?" asked Akana, savouring the word. "The Furies is the dominant faction in the school. We control Marsis and Magicum. We are not one of the largest factions, but we are the strongest. Most of us are successful in our curriculum, and this allows our faction to gain more power. The only path to becoming a Fury is to be invited by another fury or be the ward of a fury. You can change the faction, but then you will also be another's ward a

They're depending on me. Furthermore, the punishment for insulting the Lycans was no joke. Lucas has the power to exact any time of punishment that he wants. Since I injured his ego, who knows what he will do? The guests looked down at me as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. "They kept bragging about how that woman's daughter is better than all of ours." "What? How disgraceful." "Did she think that she could do whatever she wanted just because she was approved to be his Highness' fiancee?"

Her tears fell and she looked at the ground, before she felt Arius attacking her again, so she looked at Eugene one last time, before recovering her scepter that had fallen to the ground. "I'm really sorry" She said while closing her eyes in pain, before she prepared to enter her battle for the second time, while Eugene remained petrified in his place, unable to comprehend what had happened in front of him a short while ago. How is it possible that Fury was the weapon of destruction that completely destroyed his kingdom? “Look at what's going on here, isn't this a very beautiful sight?” Matthew said as he watched the situation with great enjoyment, especially the battle that was taking place

It didn’t just vibrate in the air; it shook the souls of every creature in the valley. "Kill her!" Fenris screamed, his face twisting into a mask of frantic rage. "Kill the abomination!" The Silver Fang warriors charged. These weren't the undisciplined cowards of the Crescent Moon Pack. These were monsters of war, moving in a lethal, coordinated phalanx. The battle began not with a whimper, but with the bone-chilling sound of steel meeting Lycan flesh.

Vicious. The other? Insectile. Green skin, angular limbs like a praying mantis. Dragonfly wings. Razor-sharp teeth. Tisphone’s sisters. Alecto and Megaera. Our group rallies—Auntie Charlie, Summer, Jared, and Dad race to join us atop the dais. The furies draw their whips, ready to strike. “Get ready,” Selene warns. “Here they come.” She raises a hand, and a wave of cold moonlight blasts through the pit. It doesn’t hurt them—but it does cool the hellfire in their whips. That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched.