Wreaking Havoc Novels & Stories

He corrected himself, gritting the words. His breath started getting heavy. Instant fury enveloped him. He began to pace left and right, his uproarious eyes looking deep in thought. "Someone had touched you. Someone had touched my Hazel. She was handed to me with promise to protect her. She was to be protected. Someone had touched her." He was murmuring in between his walk, hands interlocking in back of his neck as he let out a deranged growl. "I WILL FUCKING SHRED HIM INTO PIECES. I WILL FUCKING TEAR THAT BASTARD APART!"

I feel unhinged and completely out of control. Anger and pain consume me so violently that I grab the bedside lamp and hurl it across the room. The lamp crashes into the wall and shatters instantly, but somehow destroying it does not make me feel any better, so I grab something else, then another. I trash the entire room in a blind fit of rage and heartbreak until eventually there is barely anything left untouched. Books are ripped apart and scattered everywhere while my sheets and duvet lie torn across the floor. My chair and desk are overturned, curtains ripped down and vases shattered into countless pieces, making the room look as though a hurricane had torn through it.

POV ALPHA DAMOM Damom had barely left through the pack’s gates, and an uncontrollable wave of fury hit me like a storm. My hands were shaking, my wolf roaring, hungry for revenge, wanting to explode out of me. In an instant, I found myself breaking everything around me—chairs, tables, bottles. The room quickly turned into a field of wreckage, shards of glass and broken furniture scattered everywhere. The sound of things shattering was a relief to the crushing weight of anger in my chest, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing seemed to be.

in the old sacred ways. It will only make the night's inexorable unveiling of horrors that much more sublimely disruptive when they come crashing down in full. When reality itself splits asunder and the pathetic mutts are rent limb-from-limb under the rising tide of utter ruination I'm channeling forward from the profane abyss.

My heart breaks for him. He must have hurt a lot. From the corner Jazz had taken, something crashes and a short scream tears through the air.

Trees, mighty and old, fell with sickening groans like brittle twigs, thick trunks splitting with echoing cracks under an unseen, colossal force. Houses buckled, their wooden frames groaning under the strain, and roofs collapsed inward, sending cascades of tile and timber to the ground below. Destruction spread through the territory like an uncontrollable, ravenous wildfire, consuming everything in its path. This was no mere attack, it was a deliberate, brutal, and calculated destruction.

His movements become more frantic, less controlled. “Look at me,” he demands, his voice cracking. I open my eyes, meeting his stormy gaze. We’re both wrecked, tears streaming, breaths coming in harsh gasps. In that moment, as the climax rips through us both, it’s not just a physical release. It’s an explosion of every pent-up ounce of love, hurt, and desperate want. I cry out, a raw, broken sound, as the waves crash over me. He follows with a choked, shuddering groan, his body slumping over mine as he spills himself deep inside. He collapses, his weight heavy and familiar, his face buried in my hair.

Violently. A warning. A shift. A before-and-after moment. And just like that, the fragile peace we'd found splintered.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

Whispers of his wrath spread like wildfire, painting him as a demon, an unstoppable entity whose sole purpose was to wreak havoc on those who had dared to harm or exploit Amethyst. His operations were swift and ruthless. He dismantled rival factions with terrifying efficiency, leaving no stone unturned. Warehouses burned, shipments were intercepted, and key figures vanished overnight. The meticulous precision of his attacks left no room for retaliation; his enemies were left scrambling, their power structures crumbling under the relentless onslaught.