The Furies Novels & Stories

The look of rage on her face sent shivers down my spine. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Vanessa screamed. She growled like a rabid beast before it pounced, and suddenly she rushed towards me, her blinding speed fueled by her rage. She knocked me to the ground with enough force to dislocate my shoulder. "I wanted you to help me! Why not help me!?" She yelled as she pummeled me. "I won't help you destroy humanity! You can't decide people's fates, you're not a god Vanessa!" I screamed back.

I just feel you have to hear this because I can't tell Festus about it NEVER. So on the night of on 18th, A frightful storm was blowing that night. Fierce winds roaring out of the North brought sheets of rain falling from the depths of a pitch-black sky. Intermittent flashes of lightning fractured the night, revealing a strobe-light view of my room in monochrome stills. You know, I hated being alone on a night like that. Alpha Festus, should have been with me. But, tonight, he went on hunting with his Beta because the rouges attack on the north gate is getting too much.

Roars shook the sky—deafening, primal, beautiful in their savagery. Lycans—massive and glowing with runes burned into their fur by royal seers—charged with unmatched fury. Their power was nearly unmatched, limbs thick with muscle, eyes glowing with the fire of the Moon Goddess herself. One leapt through the air and took down three enemy wolves in a single bound, his jaw locking around the spine of the largest and shaking until it snapped clean.

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

"You shameless little witch! You climbed into my husband's bed but don't dare admit it! You have hands and feet but don't work. Instead, you spread your legs to live off men. Your parents may not have taught you decency, but I, Sylvia Warner, will!" Sylvia wasn't listening to a word I said. She raised her hand to hit me again. I wasn't a loser, though. Grabbing her hand, I pushed her to the ground. "Can't you understand English? I am the owner of Clarity Ventures, which is investing in Frederick Lane. I..." No one was listening to me at all. "The mistress attacked the wife! How outrageous!" Before I knew it, a mob of lunatics rushed at me. Some yanked my hair and others seized my limbs. They

she remarked, smiling suggestively. Their possibilities glistened on an open road that stretched into the future. Decisions needed to be made and questions needed to be addressed. For the time being, though, they were content to stand as a new family, glowing with a common victory. Once rife with uncertainty, the journey of a single mother has become a monument to the enduring power of friendship, love, and the unwavering spirit of a woman who dared to dream and create her own life.

And also, trying to snatch Julia from Jake’s grip. Fury invaded me instantly. Arming me of a value that I did not know I had, crossed the hall without hesitation. My brothers looked at me with relief, however, I was focused on that damn that had dared to attack a child. “I am their sister, damn scum,” I said, giving him a kick between his legs.

I said " fine, that's cool but I hope you don't mind me telling her everything" he threatened "fuck you john" I cursed " I will take that as a deal" he said "48 hours from now, I will be expecting your call, 48 hours to decide Angelina, just 48 hours girl. I hope you make good use of your time", he said before leaving the restaurant.

Billions evaporated in a single afternoon. Adrian’s chest heaved with barely contained rage. His broken nose throbbed under the bandage, his split lip stung, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the inferno consuming him from within. He had built this empire on blood, fear, and ruthless calculation. And now it was slipping through his fingers because of one woman and the man who dared to take her.

These were predators who had planned every single step. I did not sleep well. Morning came anyway. Zane knocked at six forty with coffee and the blue dress and a look that dared me to argue. I took both without a word. I was saving my energy. I was going to need it. The executive floor of the Fury stadium was quiet at eight in the morning. Glass walls, thick carpet, the kind of air conditioning that cost a fortune to maintain. I had delivered paperwork to this floor exactly once, in my foam suit with the left ear drooping, while a coordinator stared past me like I was furniture.