The Furies Novels & Stories

" 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?"

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

My claws effortlessly tear through their necks, and their useless bodies drop on the ground, unmoving. I approach the stupefied council and as if they just realized what is happening, they instantly shift and start to flee. Bunch of cowards. I grab the doctor who isn't fast enough and the two stupid old women. After tearing their bodies to an unrecognizable heap of flesh, I lift my head and release a loud, threatening howl. Fuck, this feels amazing. I feel stronger. Ferce. Vengeance. I will make them pay for what they just did. What they did to my mum. I won't be helpless anymore. I will not let them put me in that position again.

Blood & Fury The battlefield was a storm of chaos. Smoke and mist twisted together, turning the forest into a living nightmare. Elena’s aura burned brightly around her, casting golden light that collided with the dark shadows of the rival alpha forces. Her heart pounded as she staggered forward. The twins thrashed violently inside her, amplifying the energy radiating from her body. Every step left scorch marks on the ground. Her wolf roared in defiance, demanding recognition. Damien struggled to his feet nearby, golden eyes blazing with fury and concern.

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.

Venturing deeper into the untamed wilderness, a palpable sense of anticipation filled the air. The sun cast its warm golden rays, painting the world in hues of amber and bronze. Suddenly, a crackling sound reached their ears, accompanied by the scent of smoke. Curiosity sparked within them, and they quickened their pace, their paws carrying them towards the source of the disturbance. Through the dense undergrowth, they emerged into a clearing engulfed in dancing flames. Heat washed over them, making their fur bristle and their hearts race. Amidst the fire's fury stood four majestic beings, each embodying the essence of an elemental force.

“The room she had set on fire….was the baby’s roo-“ before he could finish that sentence, Leonidas dashes towards the mansion. With his speed, he was at the entrance of the baby’s room within a flash. The smell of smoke and burnt fabric invaded his senses before he could enter. It was hard to admit, but his eyes were filled with tears that threaten to fall, but never did. His heart broke when he entered – the crib he and his mate fixed together, was now ash and burnt wood. The walls that they painted together were blackened by the flames. The windows were shattered by the intensity of the heat, and the baby powder smell of the room was replaced with smoke and wine. He quickly run to the crib

Soon, they were far away from the battlefield. Meanwhile, there was still a fierce battle going on. Now that one of the Twelve Furies had been annihilated, only eleven remained, fighting tooth and nail for their survival. Even though they were Grand Emperors, they gradually lost ground and suffered injuries after being relentlessly attacked by millions of attackers. However, as they were Grand Emperors, none could completely annihilate them without possessing overwhelming strength. Without the Nine Heavens God-Annihilating Formation, no one could accomplish such a feat.

Infuriated was the word Jason would use to explain his present emotion as he ransacked his live-in closet for his passport and money, yet found nothing. It was obvious his tenacious mother and over-prioritized father had invaded his privacy once more, dashing all his immediate plans of eloping with charlotte to the mud. Jason groaned in frustration, he flung some clothes off the hanger, furiously dragging his expensive leather box out of the wardrobe, and began tearing out everything in it without a second thought.

“The Fury? That Tisiphone?” Hermes nods. “Judge. Jury. Executioner.” “Fuck,” Evanora whispers. “Yep.” “But Hades controls her,” Jareth argues. “Not in Tartarus,” Hermes replies. “Down there, the Furies answer only to their purpose. Tisiphone is punishment. And she does it very, very well.” Everyone looks at each other. No one speaks. No one wants to be the one to say it. So Hermes does. “You’ve survived this long through sheer stubborn assholery and insane luck. I suggest you keep doing that.”