The Furies Novels & Stories

It didn’t just vibrate in the air; it shook the souls of every creature in the valley. "Kill her!" Fenris screamed, his face twisting into a mask of frantic rage. "Kill the abomination!" The Silver Fang warriors charged. These weren't the undisciplined cowards of the Crescent Moon Pack. These were monsters of war, moving in a lethal, coordinated phalanx. The battle began not with a whimper, but with the bone-chilling sound of steel meeting Lycan flesh.

“Your eyes may look like mine, but the ugly behind them makes them soulless. We may have similar features, but we are nothing alike. You can paint your face up, and try your best, but the poison behind the mask still shows. Are you sure, Lady Cherry, that I’m the stand in or is it possible that it is your jealousy that truly makes you the defective one?” Fury sets into her eyes, and she bares her claws. “How dare you, you little bitch?!” she yells, and strikes me hard across the face. I cry out in pain as warm blood from the claw marks left behind pools from my face and patters on the wood of the floor. She grabs my neck with one and squeezes hard. The room spins, and she raises her clawed h

Without a word, the warrior fell to the ground, writhed for some seconds and became still. Freya cackled in satisfaction, and then released a bout of fire to one third of the fifty, laughing when they burnt to ashes. Fikan. The flames on her hands. Fikan. Fire peculiar to the gods, alone. Fire fiery than hades. The knowing rang true in her mind.

Her shield was her primary personal defense, yet she died and was drained to death by the feral wolves. "I was the youngest." Eve added. Her frame was slight athletically—not weak, just lean and muscular. And yet, she was the smallest and wittiest of them, with short brown hair and a slim body, a strong warrior and a force to be reckoned with. She has always supported her two elder sisters, Anah. Although fate has pulled them apart, the gods must have a plan to bring them back together in the afterlife on the battlefield where they belong.

Haider's fury erupted like a tempest within him, an inferno of anger and frustration threatening to consume everything in its path. It surged through his veins like molten lava, fueling a rage that burned with an intensity unmatched by any force in the world. His vision blurred with a red haze as his grip on reality slipped, replaced by a seething wrath that knew no bounds. The walls of the Blue Ocean Arena seemed to close in on him, as if mocking his powerlessness in the face of the injustice that had befallen him.

His words were sharp, and the air around us seemed to grow heavy with the weight of his contempt. Fred, seeing our mocking attitude, grew visibly darker, his face contorting in fury. He roared, "I don’t care who you are! You’re all going to die! Attack every one of them!!!" His expression twisted with rage, his eyes burning with mad fury, as though he wished to annihilate us completely. However, what he hadn’t anticipated was that the resurrected undead didn’t heed his commands. Instead, they turned on each other, each charging toward their respective enemies. Yolanda lunged at Maria with a grotesque snarl, Roy glared at me with murderous intent, while the other spirits rushed toward Harry,

She didn’t look convinced, but she nodded anyway. “Alright. If you say so.” “It’s normal to be nervous. You’re married to one of the most powerful men in Italy. All the wolves are waiting for you downstairs,” she added. Her words hit me right in the stomach. The wolves weren’t just waiting. They were watching. Waiting to see if I would mess up. Hoping I would. They wanted blood. They wanted a show. A young bride with no power and no clue. That’s what they thought I was.

“I’m against it.” “Wai—” “I’m not, you're not, we’re not going to any tavern Keyleth! Fates!” I whispered, straining to keep my voice from rising. “Gods,” Fury and what I’d call a mix of annoyance filled her eyes. Silence stretched between us for some seconds before she sighed, “I think I know someone who can tell us what the rot is.”

"You are not betraying her by mentioning her Familia. It is just- I have thought for quite a well and cannot just seem to know where to push her in. It is like she is a whole different being." "Because she is," Achilles replied, his face still blank. "Could you explain that?" The male sighed, looking away as he gripped the rails of the balcony tighter. "She is not someone you want to mess with" "So the rumours about her are true? That she IS a pharmakis?" Witches were said to be descendants of the three Furies who were known to be evil, had powers beyond humanly possible and only caused chaos wherever they went. If anyone was suspected to be a witch, they were avoided like the plague.

They didn't get a chance though. I stared at the two squirrels chasing one another up in the tree, even if they had someone to be with! 'This is all your fault!' Fury was mad. He was berserk these days, pacing back and forth in the back of my mind. I don't know what strength remains left in me, because I need to restrain him now and then. If I let him out, he will kill every creature he faces. He's mad at me for agreeing to my mate's idea. I shouldn't have agreed. I shouldn't have let her go by themselves. She may be a Luna, but she's still weak in her physique.