The Furies Novels & Stories

Fury rolled off him like heat from a fire. “Seize that damn woman!”

– one of the furious souls says, advancing towards them with a knife. - Fuck, I forgot where I was. - Do you think that we can be hurt in this room? We are dead already. - Look around—heaps of shredded souls lying on the ground. It's as if the furies of Olympus were here They dodge in time to avoid the stab. - Cowards. You only know how to talk behind other people's backs and then shrink away. Other souls approach, turning their wrath on the poor lovers. They dodge as best they can, but they get trapped.

“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.”

He growls as warriors surround us protecting our mates. "you deserved to be kicked out, another vampire hissed baring his fangs, women aren't meat wagons they deserve to have choices. Joining these rogues won't help you now and we won't stop till you all die",I pushed Claire to Gemma and stood in front of both. Lucas stood beside me and we got ready. My dad stood a menacing growl leaving his lips as Fury took over.

They are named for their extreme temper. Fury Dragons are easily angered, and this anger makes them more powerful. The shifters often find it difficult to control their dragon once they have shifted into their dragon form. Fury dragons feed off of negative energy around them, and the area around them heats up when they get angry. Their dragon form is generally red or black. They have large bodies, massive wings, and talons and horns along their body. Fury Dragons should not be trifled with as they are extremely dangerous and have been known to kill.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

"I'll be needing your help." "No, you need the Furies' help. Keep us out of the supernatural mumbo jumbo. We are human, but the Furies…they are something else. I get the same feel from them as I did from Callix. I'll keep you in the loop on my findings and you can do your magic stuff but other than I'm out. Call them. I'll give you Griffen's number. They live in the same city Rory doesn't anyway so you can keep an eye on her." "Okay. Yaan teech jump'éel k'axt'aan. You have a deal."

< FERAL FURY PACK > The garden of the Feral Fury Pack was alive with laughter and chatter, a rare moment of warmth amidst the usually tense atmosphere. It was a rare sight to see everyone gathered together like this—Mikhail, Jessica, Genevieve, Spike, Luciano, Gift, Damon, and Lucifer, all sharing in the lightness of the moment. The day was perfect; the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers, and for once, it felt like a true family reunion, despite the many wounds they all carried.

Fury blazed within them, the kind that could lay siege to cities and decimate entire battalions of soldiers on the battlefield. He nudged Draco, who in turn captured Orion’s attention. Soon, all four of them were staring down at me, their expressions mixed with horror and outright rage. Surrounding them were other Gods and Goddesses. Some I recognized, such as Adira, Ozul, and Sephtis. Others, not so much. Rocco hovered by the door, his face pale as he took in the crowd. “I—uh—I’m going to just leave you to it, Smurf. You got this, right?”