The Fury Of The Timelord Novels & Stories

Unlike his friends, the now Alpha and Beta. I can't feel anything except this burning rage, the want for revenge is swallowing up my life. I wish I cared, but I don't they will pay they all will. This was four years ago and now I work hard to rise through the ranks and drown myself in drink at night, but I will burn this pack to the ground before I take my last breath. ---- Enyo Burnside (Unexpected encounter)

Then he replied calmly, not a hint of panic in his tone, “If that’s the case, then I’ll the one to break your limbs later.” “Harvey York! I’m warning you!” “Stop acting so arrogant with me!” “No one in Mordu can possibly protect you!” “Here, I have the final say!” “If your power can summon only this many people…” Harvey glanced at his surroundings. “Well then, Timothy. I’ll be taking the arms and legs of everyone here.” “You’re insane!” Timothy didn’t expect that Harvey would still remain arrogant despite the current circumstances. “You’ll understand soon enough the consequences of offending me!”

Fervour froze everything in its path while Fierce sent ropes of electricity either side of it, frying and shocking whatever was unfortunate enough to be there. Fury had burst out in Lumpusberg with a dangerous, body-disintegrating tornado accompanied by a thunderstorm which caused destruction in the opposing army. Terry smirked behind his helmet and continued to fight. The Unbidden Army burst out at another border, the southernmost of the pack. The soldiers there were prepared and they fought back, aiming to push them away from the pack.

The system-builder’s eyes were completely unfocused, running a thousand simultaneous equations of heat, ore, labor, and physics. "Not with standard labor," Cord said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Wolves need sleep. The furnaces need to cool to be cleaned. The cooling takes time. The sleep takes time." "Then the furnaces do not cool," Elias said. "And the wolves do not sleep." Elias closed his eyes. The silver band on his wrist flared so brightly it cast harsh shadows against the archive walls. "Hear the center," Elias broadcasted across the entire continent, the sheer voltage of his transmission causing the stone floor to vibrate. "The timeline has collapsed. The armada arrives in twenty-on

Chapter 8: Heartbeat "And since time sets its tempo, like a heartbeat or an ebb tide, timepieces don't keep time. They just keep up with it, if they're able." -- Dava Sobel AMAIA’S POV “Thank God, I finished writing my apologies before the time you set for me. You know, that I can’t live without you, Amaia.” I rolled my eyes, hearing her childish tone. I don’t know why this woman has a lot of guts to stay on my side. Like hey? Isn’t she afraid of me? Or is she just stupid to keep on talking her obsessed blunts about us being the best of friends in the century?

I screamed, my voice tearing in my throat. The titan beneath the obsidian spire let out a second, terrifying heave. Its massive, Emerald-lit orbs flared with a cruel, primordial intelligence, staring up through the black glass at the tiny warm-blooded specs invading its tomb. Four massive, white-calcified tendrils—each as thick as a siege tower and dripping with ancient, gelatinous bile—erupted through the floor of the inverted spire, reaching upward with terrifying speed to crush the falling cellar remnants. "Killian, hold the arch!" I barked, my hybrid core flaring into a white-hot fury that burned away the cold terror in my veins.

Gravity became a chaotic, shifting thing, ink from shattered jars flowed upward toward the starlit ceiling, while heavy stone busts of long-dead Thorne kings drifted through the air like autumn leaves. ​“The house is venting its mass!” Silas screamed over the roar of the implosion. He clutched a shelf to keep from being pulled toward a growing rift in the far corner where the walls were simply dissolving into a violet-black vacuum. “If we stay, we aren’t just dying we’re being erased from the timeline!” ​Ryker was a whirlwind of indigo smoke, his broadsword clashing against the glowing spears of the Southern Light-Binders who had breached the library. He fought with a desperate, animalistic

I said, my voice echoing with the authority of ten lifetimes. ​I didn't swing at her. I swung at the floor. ​The white energy ripped through the foundations of the Iron Fortress. The Great Hall didn't just collapse; it unraveled. The stone turned to dust, the shadows turned to light, and the First Life began to fade, her violet eyes wide with a realization she couldn't comprehend. ​"You're... you're destroying the timeline!" she shrieked, her body turning translucent. ​"I'm ending the loop," I corrected.

The man with the flogger dropped with a strangled yelp, his brain short-circuiting as Timothy focused all his rage into a single point. He looked at Marcus, the guard who had manhandled him. The man was on his knees, sobbing and clawing at his own ears. "Get Gam," Timothy commanded, his voice echoing with an unnatural, terrifying weight. "Now." The remaining enforcers who hadn't died were frozen, their nervous systems locked in a state of pure terror. "How?" Lity gasped. He tried to stand, but his legs were lead. "The iron... the dampening tech..."

" she asked. Her voice was syrupy, but her words were like daggers. "Can you shut the fuck up, you homewrecker?" Fury roared through me. I raised my hand to slap her, but Xavier caught my wrist mid-air, his eyes burning with nothing but loathing. "Homewrecker? That's rich coming from you." Yvette threw her head back and laughed, her voice shrill and sharp, slicing through the sea breeze. "In this world, only the strong get to have love. Meanwhile, you are just a bitter, cursed woman, Willow. You're destined to be abandoned!"