The Furies Novels & Stories

DARIUS POV Scraps of paper are flying all around me. Splintered furniture is scattered all over the floor. Dust particles from the wall being punched repeatedly fill the air. My office is no longer a quiet sanctuary; it is a portal of chaos and fury. I can’t stop. I need to destroy everything. If I stop, I will feel everything.

My anger is almost uncontrollable as I thunder faster, harder towards the town centre. “We need to make the townsfolk scatter, this isn’t their battle,” Jacob mindlinked. “Agreed, Troy, you’re not from here, make some noise,” With a loud, aggressive and wailing howl Troy erupted. As our pace slowed, weaving through the streets now the collective terror of the several hundred townsfolk was palpable. Like a breeze, the fear of what was coming travelled and instinctively the circle around the cage widened. Within a minute there was a huge circle made, as if anticipating the upcoming battle.

Enough of her , let's discuss more about the fates. Aurora already knew about the fates and she knows they exist because she had a confirmation about their existence in her dreams, at first all she heard were stories about them while she was travelling around. Once she even tried to find a way to seek for their assistance to find her origin but then she got to learn you can't really seek them out. They're literally the creatures who spin the threads of human destiny. Their names are Clotho (Spinner), Lachesis (Allotter), and Atropos (Inflexible).

Why do they look so tiny? She quietly enjoyed the look on their faces. The fear in their eyes gave her an even more deeper satisfaction. They looked as though they've seen a ghost. Her main target was the king. Xerxes studied her for the moment she didn't make a move. This is the biggest wolf he has ever set eyes on. Black wolf with huge claws and teeth. Pointed ears and sharp fangs. Red eyes that matched the fury in them. This can not be. “Verdugo?”

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

There was an unconcealed fierce chill in their eyes. The Black and White Furies! They were the two strongest envoys under Lord Hades in the Hall of the Underworld! The number of people who had died under their hands was no less than a hundred! Moreover, not one of those victims was a weakling!

,fuck the kid isn't holding any punches. "you never deserved guard duty boy I am stronger than you will ever be and I should of gotten it. I hate I got stuck with you three for my family. Waste of space and time ",he Is a complete asshole Fury growls. "we got stuck with an abuser Fred and I hope alpha fucks you up before ending your pathetic life. Mom will wake and reject you so I'm happy she will get another mate. Better than you in all ways",he lunged but Sean stood looking tired.

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-do

Entire cities have vanished, and when I try to remember what stood there, my mind slides off the space like it’s polished glass. That is the worst part. There should be grief. Names. Faces. Instead there is absence where memory should live. The Rage devoured the Madness and renamed itself the Fury. It tears through the north like a god drunk on its own power, warping sky and stone with every strike. Packs turn feral just breathing the air it’s touched. Brothers kill brothers in frenzies they won’t remember, if they survive at all. Three days ago, the Despair slipped free, it moves softly. Gently.

Joey, with a pale face, shouted, "Alisha, as the Alpha of the Black Furies, I command you to get out of my pack right now! If you continue your insolence, you will be considered a sinner in the Black Furies! Are you going to betray the Heimann family?" Other Black Furies werewolves around, with hostile eyes, stared at me. Many even bared their teeth, shouting, "If you want to attack our pack, you have to step over my body first!" "Yes, we won't allow you to cause chaos on our territory!" "Yes, drive her out!" "Even if she has power from Blood Dawn, she can't disrespect our Black Furies!" Tension mounted as they gathered against my guard, and the atmosphere became tense.