Whis Angry Novels & Stories

she whispers, bringing her lips to my chest. I punch her shoulders forcefully, she flies across the room and slams into a wall. “Fuck. What are you doing here? With what right do you set your filthy paws on me?” I bite at her. Whining, Alcina scrambles up from the floor. “What do you think you are doing? Damn it! What are you doing in my room?” Like a panther threatening to kill its prey, I approach her, my wolf is on edge. My eyes are spitting fire, my fists are clenched.

An angry opponent makes mistakes. That’s what my father and Caleb never understood. Anger is a weapon to their thinking, not a liability. Black is cast from the same mould. I’ve wound him up by staying calm, by being polite, and most of all by humiliating him, and he can’t see clearly through the red mist of fury. He’s three hundred pounds of muscle and rage, as unstoppable, dangerous and terrifying as a runaway locomotive, charging down on me. His free hand is out with claws ready, blocking any escape. Blinding sunlight flashes from the silver of his blade as it sweeps down.

He kissed me with a hunger that felt like a demand for survival. His hands were everywhere—clutching my hair, pinning me against the wall, as if he were trying to weld his existence to mine. It was a desperate, angry, and utterly broken collision. There was no gentleness in it; it was a battle against the fading memory of who he had been. ​I pushed back, meeting his intensity with my own, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer. We were two survivors clawing at the only piece of reality left in our world.

We again took our place at the bar, and Cyrus ordered another round. My eyes finally dared to look at our beauty when our drink order was stalled. Her icy orbs were fixed on mine. “Where’s Gunnar?” My silence made her angry. The furrow between her brows was deep and determined. “I’m allowed to have friends. Who do you think you are? You and Magnus can stick your elitist attitude up your ass.” She spat at me and then poured me several fingers of the terrible whiskey. Her aura was mainly blood red as she walked away, continuing to process her anger.

He didn’t seem bothered at all, and that only made me angrier. For a moment, I was sidetracked by his unusual muscular build and how incredibly handsome he was. His strong jawline, those piercing eyes, and the way his raven black hair cascaded just below his shoulders were almost enough to make me forget why I was mad. He was wearing black pants, a black shirt slightly open at the chest, revealing some chest hair, and leather boots that made him look even more imposing. But I quickly shook my head, not wanting to get distracted by how he looked. I was too angry to let his appearance throw me off.

I could feel my anger rising, my grip on the fabric tightening. “Obsessed?” I shot back, unable to contain my frustration. "Quit being delusional and fuck off. No one wants to see a whore,” I retorted, my voice laced with venom. Her audacity to even suggest such a thing ignited an anger within me, burning away any remnants of patience I had left. I walked away, holding myself back not to go back and scratch her face.

she whispers "I'm not special, Mika, but he was so surprised," I tell her, "And Mika, I can't get over his eyes. They were...beautiful, gorgeous, and golden-" "Holy shit!" She screams suddenly "What?" I jumped slightly "I d-didn't- think- Holy shit," she sighs leaning against the wall, "Come on, let's get you to my place," she tells me I grab my phone off of the couch calling 911.

I yelled. " What? Are you sure?" Alpha Wildbreed asked. When I affirmed, he went to complain to Rosehip. The man ignored the allegation and refused to stop the fight. Alpha Wildbreed was mad, he stomped to his seat and remained angry and restless. It was clear that his hands were tied in the matter.

Please can you forgive me? Long pause from Jack, “Ms. Debbie, I really don’t know what you are going through right now, as most people are going through tough times as well. I must admit, I was hurt by your sharp tongue. Its’ Okay, I will deal with it professionally. It all work related matters and not to take on as personal grudges.” Sarah enters around as she went on her break as well. Abby excuse herself and sit with Sarah. She ask her if they can go out tonight to a bar. Sarah is thrill to go out with her. ‘Thanks Sarah and I’ll call you tonight, yeah.’

An angel made purely for the devil. I have my reasons for the cold demeanor I maintain. When I get angry, no one can control me. You can say, I have some serious anger issues and well, nothing really can be done about it. I decided to go to my gym to blow off some steam. It's been a few days since I've worked out. This matter with the rogues is what's taking up most of my time. As I was about to enter my gym, I felt someone was already there. I could hear the person was having an intense boxing session by the continuous banging. The person was taking out their anger on the punching bag. As I neared the door, the same smell of lavender and chocolate hit me and what I saw after that, had my ja