Zuko Angry Novels & Stories

Ready to make him bleed. But Caius held me back. “Don’t,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his own anger radiating over me too. “You know by now he acts childish and petty when angry.” My chest heaved, heart racing with rage, muscles twitching like I was ready to shift into my wolf form and end this whole damn brotherhood. Zane just stared back with pride in his eyes because he knew he was immune to my anger. He turned, snatching a towel off the armrest like this was some casual gym day.

They quickly stood up, instinctively retreating to secure themselves from Zack’s uncontrolled outburst. Zack raged fiercely, his emotions boiling over, indifferent to the chaos he was causing around him. The table shook under the impact, and scattered papers flew into the air. His face was flushed with anger, eyes wild, as he expressed every ounce of frustration that had built up within him. The atmosphere shifted dramatically; it was no longer just a confrontation about decisions made for him, but an explosive display of raw emotion.

“I will let that slide because you are sad and angry.” “I am not angry, I am furious, Omario. We are engaged but you claim a slave, making me a laughing stock and on top of that you kill my uncle for her.” “I have my reasons for claiming her and your uncle brought this unto himself.” I am not willing to apologise for my actions even to her. Sylvester, just like all dad’s friends, was a scumbag and did not deserve to live. “Do those reasons have anything to do with what’s between her legs?” she scorns.

he softly hummed while he eyed San trying to get rid of the silver chains desperately. “Easy death ? Hilarious,” I scoffed. “Try me kid,” I challenged him. “Noooooo,” San screamed desperately from behind but I chose to ignore her for the moment. “You are too cocky for a human, mutt,” Zang seethed in anger. “Seems like you called your own painful death, bastard !!!!” Zang roared and made a wide signature circle of the Dark Arts and pressed the centre towards me while trying to quickly complete the spokes.

“I love you too, but it's too late.” Podolski’s heart was pounding, his fists clenched, and his eyes were blazing with anger. He felt like he had been wronged, and he wanted to make things right. He was so angry that he could barely contain himself. He hated Damon with passion, and he wanted to see him suffer. He was so consumed by his hatred that he didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. “Did you see that!?,” he asked Zed, who, too, was angry. “He made an open show of us. We can't let him get away with it; we can't let him win!”

Uneducated assholes. San was obviously furious by this point but I stood in front of Zang calmly and smirked, “She has seen far smaller ones before me, Mister. I am sure she will agree with me on this point,” I taunted and I knew I hit a raw nerve by now as I watched Zang shake with fury. “Don't you dare anger me, puny human. You have no idea what I can do,” Zang warned through clenched teeth. Yeah I know, bastard.

Zuki POV "Don't you fucking touch me!" I glared at him. He gave me an annoying smirk. So I shoved him hard. He stumbled back, surprised. Then his face twisted with anger. "Crazy bitch." "Yeah?" I got in his face. "You want to see crazy?" "Zuki, let it go," someone said. The guy from earlier. The one who'd bought me a drink. "Stay out of this," I snapped. The asshole stepped closer. "You need to learn some manners."

Zara's POV I had never been this angry. Not ever. Not when my little cousin accidentally dyed blue paint on my white silk gown. Not even when the roommate I loved ghosted me for nothing. This? This was a different kind of anger. A hot, cold, bitter whirlwind of frustration, betrayal, and confusion that made my limbs shake and my chest hollow. Zed yelped as I spilled the clear stuff directly onto his sore knuckles, and a raw oath tore from his lungs.

Uncle Zack's voice interrupted from behind me. As I pivoted to confront Uncle Zack, a surge of frustration and resentment coursed through me at his words. His mere presence ignited a fiery anger within me, as the sight of him only served to exacerbate my already tumultuous emotions. "Don't glare at me with those devilish eyes of yours," Uncle Zack barked, his voice sharp and accusatory.

she asked insultingly. And that's my cue! My patience is short, and I get angry quickly. I grabbed her arms and delivered my famous Kung Fu fist, followed by a flying kick that sent her soaring. "Take her to the hospital," I said nonchalantly. Sometimes I wonder about myself too. I have a side that's a bit demonic. When I'm angry, I'm really angry. I hate pretenses of all kinds. And finally, Zac came out - and he looked awful!