The Furies 2 Novels & Stories

"Let's just say your mate and I have unfinished business from the past." She scoffed in annoyance. "That bastard isn't my mate. I rejected him the day he betrayed me." Ah that was even better she hated him. This was perfect. Her resentment for him was going to make my job so much easier. "Do you want to get revenge on Lain?" I could see the anger in her eyes. Yes Freya wanted nothing more than to kill that arrogant asshole and I was going to help her. He claimed to love her but later sold her into slavery.

With a feral roar, he launched himself forward, a human projectile of pure fury. And landed on top of him. Kael groaned as his back hit the earth. Zeil pinned him down, his hands gripping Kael’s wrists, his legs locking Kael’s in place. Claws extended. His breath was heavy. Fangs out. This wasn’t play anymore. It was rage. Real. Tangible. Sharp as blades. “I’ll rip you apart,” Zeil hissed, his voice broken between breaths. “Here and now.” Kael lay beneath him, surprisingly still, his earlier amusement vanishing like smoke. Zeil was on top, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his chest heaving.

She then volunteered to share all of her knowledge about the rig with us. The state of affairs in this place is much worse than I had anticipated. Years ago, when I was just starting out as a mercenary, I went here for another task, but a lot has changed since then. The Angels' control over the South has loosened, and in 2028, it appears that a group of Omegas fled the Rig.

Charon bowed and left the throne room. The palace grounds and the surrounding fields were called Erebus. This was the deepest part of the Underworld. No birds flew there, but the sounds of wings could be heard from the three fearsome creatures who had just returned. These were Tisiphone, Alecto, and Megaera, the Furies, the Eumenides, or the Kindly Ones. They were hags, with snarky hair, red-hot eyes, and yellow sharp teeth. They slashed through the air over Erebus Field towards Hades' palace. They carried with them metal-studded whips. If they found a victim, they would whip the flesh from his bones. Their normal task was to visit the earth and punish evil-doers, but this time, it was of a

Her hands released his ass. She moved from between his spread thighs to crawl up next to his body and leaned down to study his features. He watched her and she couldn’t miss the look of rage. His lips parted to reveal sharp fangs. He snarled at her, a little louder than the mild growl he’d given her before. His body didn’t move though.

Xeros Romanov The battlefield smelled strongly of iron, blood, and burning fur. I had lost count of the bodies somewhere around the hundred-and-fiftieth kill. Nox had taken some percentage of control hours ago, and I let him. We moved together as one. There was no room for thought, only slaughter. We moved like a storm given teeth and claws—black as midnight, larger than any natural beast, eyes glowing the colour of molten silver. Every rogue that lunged for my throat met the same fate—ribs caved in, spines snapped, hearts torn out before they hit the ground.

My heart burnt with fury from inside like the flames while the exterior was frozen like frost with grief. When I heard Eva’s whimpers, I almost forgave her. But, then I heard her speak.... The words that escaped her mouth made me so furious that all I wanted to do was avenge my son’s death. She didn’t lament her decision or ask for forgiveness; instead, she was trying to blame others. This was not my sweet, simple Eva. She was a power-crazy woman now. I was afraid that I would kill her if I stayed in that place even for a minute more. So, I transformed into my energy form and returned to the Golden Land.

I slumped my shoulders and glanced between them both and compared them. "Both were blue-eyed with black hair. Faelon's hair was long with waves whereas Lucian's hair was shorter and stylish. Both were very handsome but the scent I got from each was different. Lucian's was like the earth, rich and untamed while Faelon's was oddly perfumed like freshly cut flowers. "What does it mean?" I spoke out loud to my wolf. Both men glanced over at me. Eva was howling within my mind in humor. My brow creased as I turned and walked away from them both.

Finally my voice found me as I screamed out but I doubt it was heard from Kallen yelling at the wolf when he did the unimaginable - Kallen ran towards the wolf full speed, the wolf doing the same, and right before they were on top of each other, Kallen's clothes ripped from his body as his muscles seem to contract outwards and the sound of breaking bones littered the air. Where Kallen once stood, a chocolate brown wolf howled before pouncing on the attacking orange wolf. I blinked once, twice, three times before I even questioned myself if whatever the fuck I just saw was real and God answered my question when the black wolf came trotting over to the chocolate colored wolf, both brown and bl

My daughter’s scream. But this time, it wasn’t rage. It was command. The ferals froze mid-attack. Dropped. And the forest… obeyed.