Fury Peter Romane & Geschichten

I will teach you a lesson, d*ckhead! “Hey! You ill-breed man! Is that how you act saying sorry!” He walks continuously, wearing his business suit together with his men-in-black bodyguards. It added fuel to my anger as I heard him laugh like mocking me. Without wasting my time, I use my personalized hair-clip, a silver dagger throwing it near to him as it hit the wall that made him stop and how his bodyguards alerted from the threat I give.

Solo. My body hurts. My head stumbles. Lucas is in where? One hears a door creaking open. I sit quickly. It's him. Lucas here. His face is damaged, blood splattered over his temple. But his eyes, wild as they are, Very desperate. ravenous. Furious. He comes to me in a storm. down to his knees. Grasp my face between his hands. "Are you hurt?" He speaks in a raw manner. I give a shake of my head. "I—":

A furious roar sounded from the corridor which made Peter throw his head back in glee and I internally silenced the link so that I wouldn’t flinch at Ryan and his wolf’s agony and give anything away. “Even if this comes to pass Peter, which it won’t, I will never submit willingly to anything you demand of me. I will fight you every step of the way and one day, I might even fucking kill you.” I snarled furiously. But, Peter’s grin widened as he ran his eyes over me in excitement.

He had seen plenty of nightmares out in this world, and as terrifying an opponent as Cytus was, there had been worst encounters in the past. 'I should have assumed that a blow to the neck wasn't enough. It's my fault for thinking I could have ended the fight there. Sun would be disappointed in me.' "I'm stayin' obviously." Peter said. 'I'm sure Lucifer won't be happy that I spent life force, but he should be understandin' of the circumstances.' "About that, Peter." Lucifer made a hard stare. "How do you feel after spending your life force?" Peter at the moment of backlash had felt like his body was being ripped apart by flaming chains.

He was a storm made of flesh…covered in alley filth, shaking with pure adrenaline and a grief so sharp it felt like rage. He blew past Ryan’s startled secretary, a force of nature in dirty clothes. Ryan looked up from his desk, a polite smile already forming. It vanished as Peter crossed the room in three long strides. He didn’t speak. He just grabbed a fistful of Ryan’s silk tie and expensive jacket and slammed him back into the heavy bookcase. Books rained down around them. “WAS IT YOU?” Peter screamed, his face inches from Ryan’s. Spittle flew. “Did you send them to kill me?!”

Frederick said with a shrug. "They were following orders, and the one who gave the order is still alive. And you’ve been merciful to him." "It’s not mercy… I’m not proud of what I did." "Exactly! And Peter could say the same. Without his memories, he followed his emotions, piecing things together blindly. He was acting out of instinct." "Don’t defend him. He did it to hurt us deliberately," Marcus said, his frustration evident. "Of course that was his intention! But think about it—Peter is like a wounded pup. He felt attacked and lashed out. That’s how I see it, anyway."

TWO Fury enveloped his entire being,like a fur on a cat.It was always there,waiting for the right time to explode. Sixteen years! It's been sixteen years and the grudge has burrowed even more into his heart.The only thing that could calm him down was the death of another,but it seemed like even that could not calm how fierce his demons had gotten. “P—Please,Alessandro.Forgive me,” the man uttered,his blood all over the floor.He punched him even harder,sending him back to the floor.He was not a man of mercy.

Fury rolled off him like heat from a fire. “Seize that damn woman!”

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.