The Furies Novels & Stories

“Two forbidden creatures, bound by moon and blood, King of fur and fang, king of night and flood. When hatred’s blade meets desire’s cruel kiss, The thread awakens what fate cannot dismiss. Reject the call and the world shall crack wide, An ancient hunger wakes, no place left to hide. The Devourer rises, devours all light, Empires fall to eternal night. But if they yield and seal the mate’s true claim, Moon and blood become one flame. Werewolf and vampire, hand in bloodied hand, Forge alliance where once only graves spanned. The most powerful force this realm has known, Rulers of a new age, on a united throne.”

Talia lunged toward the nearest wolf with a grizzly snarl, muscles rippling beneath her fur. The forest exploded with motion—leaves whipping, earth scattering under her paws as she slammed into Bradly's side with bone-rattling force. Her teeth snapped inches from his muzzle, hot breath steaming in the cold air. The old wolf snarled back, a low, guttural sound that trembled between fear and defiance. It was enough to spark a fresh surge of rage through her.

Faces turned from confusion to disbelief, then to raw, unadulterated fury. “Believing they were facing an imminent, existential threat,” Mac continued, pushing through the rising tide of anger, “the Lycans enlisted the aid of our vampire allies and prepared for war. When the werewolves, falsely provoked, launched their attack, they were met with a prepared and formidable defense. This, as history records, led to a devastating loss for the werewolves, a loss for which they have been unjustly blamed for a century.” Chaos erupted. “A lie!” someone roared from the back, a large, burly Alpha from a northern pack. “This is outrageous!”

"I'm really sorry about this, can I assist you?" "Cynthia, those members are not average; they are more powerful than we are in terms of fame, power, fortune, and anything else you can think of. Salvador Epiphora is the Mafia's undisputed ruler, I, on the other hand, refuse to acknowledge him. I refuse to embrace him, I refuse to associate with him, and that is why he is our most dangerous adversary." She stated that "Does it appear that they have a flaw?" I enquired. "Of course, ladies are scumbags' vulnerabilities." She stated that.

As far as she was concerned, they were all crazy and she wasn't going to be a part of this anymore. "I'm leaving" she said. "If he won't compel her, then I will" Mark said as he began to walk towards her. Fury shot through Samson as soon as Mark touched Isabella. Without thinking Samson lunged at him, and with a loud thud they both crashed onto the hard floor. “Don't touch her!” Samson’s scream echoed in the room. He flashed his fangs and snarled, pinning Mark underneath him as he pummeled him with his fists. His friend’s arms came up in defense, trying to shield his face.

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

"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 ca

the hall that was so silent that you could hear the ragged breathing and suppressed reactions. “Did you find the culprit?” Alpha Jeoaneus Farkas of the Lycanshire pack from the South East asked. It would be great if this madman would be captured alive for them because there is a big possibility that these men are just starting, the safety of their people is at risk here as long as the culprit is out there.

At the appointed place of gathering, Alud was already waiting with his detachment, dark creatures gradually approached, forming various detachments from clans of the same kind. Despite the joint punitive operation, no one wanted to go in one mass with their ill-wishers. The short demons snorted as usual, but behaved submissively in obedience to the ancient laws. Reddish weapons gleamed in their hands, feeding on their energy. The last to arrive was a detachment of furies, led by Seth, the old vampire slowly moving towards the gathering place. The Furies marched in several even rows in front, among them Brook-ta-man walked in the first rows. Alud raised his eye

“You little bitch. This isn’t your war.” Fury blinked, slow and deliberate. “It is now.” Her voice was the chime of glass, the sound you hear right before the whole thing shatters. “You can’t intervene! You are betraying the gods—” Fury cut her off with a laugh. “I don’t care for the gods, especially since you’re one of them. You crossed a line, Angelica, and they’ve done nothing. The god of the gods won’t allow them to touch you. Well, I’d rather burn than watch you break the world again.”