Whis Angry Novels & Stories

It made me want to rip the calm look off his face with my bare claws. I could not get his words of refusal out of my mind as the bottle of whiskey made contact with the floor. I looked at the bottle and sighed as I grabbed another bottle from the cabinet and threw it to the floor. My anger was rising and the sound of the glass hitting the floor made me feel like my anger was being heard. Loud and clear.

“And they strike when they feel threatened.” A sound whistles through the air, one high pitched and painful to our wolf's ears. I growl in anger and pain, my eyes scanning the area when I spot him, a heavy wind whipping through the trees, the pale underside of green revealing his dark mop of dirty hair and eyes crazed and angry as he moves a metal whistle from his lips and produces something smaller. He lifts it, places it to his lips again.

Anger bubbled up inside me the more I thought about it and leaned down and grabbed my phone off the bedside table and angrily typed out a text; Seriously?! You just sneak out and leave me here in bed like some cheap wh*re?! It wasn't long before I got a reply back, and honestly, it just made my blood boil more! Well... I wouldn't call you cheap, but, wh*re... maybe. I had to leave. I have work and need to shower and change first. He called me a wh*re! He called me a f*cking wh*re! F*CK YOU!!!!

What came next was the rage, you think you knew anger before, you might be angry when someone cut's you off, when someone cheats on you, when your parents don't love you, you might hate people then, but that's nothing, it's a dote in the sea of anger you'll be feeling. White rage, white anger, you'd always think that anger is black, but it's white, it's white of colour, there's no depth, there's no end, it's pure, nothing can come along, there are no stars to lighten up the dark sky I'm feeling, it was just me and my anger. First I could remember every time someone has hurt me, I could recall every fight, every slap, every smack, every heartbreak, and every moment in my short long life that

"What do you want me to do, huh? Are you ready for me to tell you my idea? I'm not ready to think about my dirty idea either." "Just say it. Who knows, we could make a reference," Angie insisted. She was desperate. Vivian may look gentle, but her eyes pierced Angie's chest and tore her heart out. She wasn't ready to face the woman or answer her questions. Mike picked up the bottle of whiskey, sat back down across from Angie and raised the object in his hand. "How strong are you drinking this?" he asked, causing Angie to shake her head. "Oh, no. No more of that, please. I almost died from that damn liquid. I'd rather have my mom's apple cider than that." Angie waved a hand. "Forget it. Your b

“It’s burning! Let go! It burns!” Veronica is just laughing. I don’t know what comes over me. I am already angry, but this time, this heat building inside of me is different. It’s more vicious, an animalistic drive overtaking me. I can feel myself moving, but it’s like my brain is disconnected. It’s like my body and mind are two separate entities in this moment. The back of my right hand feels like it’s on fire right now and something inside me is pushing, desperate to get out.

Mich added as she was trying to tell us not to waste our time any more and leave. But these punks got balls to even wheeze and say, “Oh come one, how dare you when we're the one who just tried to help you.” I. Am. Done. With. This. “Bro, I say you let us be or you'll regret talking. You disrespectfully interfered. You would not want to see a tiger,” Clint warned him. “And what are you gonna do?” Ok. I. Am. Done. With. This.

My anger, hurt, and pride had taken over, and I couldn't see past them, and I didn't want her to see the real beast in me. I stormed out of the room, as my anger blazed like a wildfire. I could feel the air around me grow hot and tense, the plants withering in my presence. My throat began to itch and dry out, a sign that my wolf was stirring, sensing my agitation thankfully it hadn't showed up once, it was only a normal sign that i had gotten very angry. I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down. I didn't want to lose control, not now. I made my way to my inner chambers, my sanctuary. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp, feeling the liquor burn down m

My anger built up until he was less than a meter away from me—and then I exploded. I transformed directly into a white wolf, biting into his shoulder and not letting go, no matter how loud he screamed or how much pain he felt. I didn't care. I was too angry. I unleashed all my fury on him, despite my limbs being restrained. Even though my hands and feet were still bound, it didn't stop the power of my wolf teeth. I was sure that if I exerted more force, I could break his hand.

The bile of anger in my stomach rose to my chest and I saw red, my wolf howled ,not because of the driver but because I was still angry at Merida. " You know what, Carlo?" "No sir, I'm all ears." "Today will be your last day at work after driving me to the company. You are fired." **** From where I stood, a tumbler of whiskey in my other hand, I could see the view of the whole pack, the floor to ceiling window gave me that exposure. I took another sip from the whiskey which burned my throat. I glanced at it and gulped it all down ,setting it hard on the table before glancing at my wrist watch.