A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

Rain lashed against the shingle roof, a relentless, percussive roar that tried to drown out the sound of Rangga’s jagged, uneven breathing. Rangga lay on a moth-eaten straw mat, his shirt discarded. The amber light beneath his skin wasn't just glowing anymore; it was roiling, shifting like molten gold beneath translucent glass. Jagged, vein-like roots of burning heat had begun to branch upward, creeping past his navel and tracing the curve of his ribs with agonizing precision.

And then, sleep. It is very dark and I am afraid and furious, the pain is so fresh, I cannot escape! I am locked away, starving slowly, the agony of it tearing me apart. My fury will sustain me. My rage will keep me alive. My grief... oh my grief will never, ever, let me rest. ***

Alex added, watching me closely. I let out a strained laugh, still unable to believe that this was fucking happening.“ For that fucking bastard!” I growled, my voice echoing in the room. " …I want to kill him. I want to rip every single muscle on his bones and make her eat it!" I picked up a stack of books on the bedside table and shoved all of them to the floor. Rage was eating at me, deep into my bones. My chest was burning as my thighs drifted toward her.

The book slams into the stone with a loud crack and falls to the floor. The violence of the motion sends a jolt through the room. We’re both breathing hard now. Chest rising and falling. Eyes blazing. We begin circling each other slowly. Like wolves sizing up an opponent. Years of tension finally erupts outward as rage. Pure, explosive, uncontrolled rage. “You think killing my father gave you justice?” I shout. “You think his death fixed anything?” Lucien fires back. “It was vengeance!” “It was war!” “You butchered him!”

Applied a fresh layer of wolfsbane salve that made my nose wrinkle. Aiden didn’t stir. When she was done, she placed a hand on my shoulder. “He’s strong. He’ll fight. Just keep being here.” She left, and I sat. My fingers brushed his. And that’s when the rage came. Not panic. Not grief. Rage. Pierce might be dead—but the wolves that supported him were not. Not all of them. I clenched my fists, the fury rising like a tide I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t know who they all were.

Surrogate Maid to the Sinful Lycan Chapter 107 In the dark Cave where nothing existed aside from harsh breathing of Regan, the cold air and the pungent smell of blood, Raze was reminded of his past. He hate coming here but he knew he had no choice. He has to break Regan by using torture and looking at him right now, he was battered than before. His Ego has gone down the drain but was still there still hanging a little as he still has the audacity to raise his head up to look at him or was he staring at Brent?

"Cripple him, Rhett!" Rhett Gibbs, a fairly young man, stepped out of the crowd of armed thugs. Pointing his bat at Cassian, he asked domineeringly, "Which limb do you want me to break first, your left or your right? Or do you want me to start with your dick?" The other thugs immediately cackled. After glancing at Rhett, Cassian scoffed. "You're just a piece of trash." "The fuck? How dare you antagonize me when you're about to die? You've got a death wish, alright!"

Kristoff’s POV Rage is a strange thing. It doesn’t scream all at once. It coils. Tightens. Sharpens. By the time I dragged her back into the room, my hands were steady. That was how I knew I’d crossed into something colder than anger. Rissa struggled even after the door slammed shut. Not wildly…no. This time it was desperate. Silent. The kind of resistance that comes from someone who finally understands the shape of the cage they’re in.

Rage boiled me as I stormed into Oracle Paige’s room, my heart pounding with fury and desperation. How could she, with all her supposed foresight, not have foreseen something as catastrophic as Mike’s disappearance? “I’ll kill you!” I screamed, my voice laced with venom as I lunged towards her, intent on exacting revenge for my son’s vanishing. As I charged toward Paige, ready to rip her head off her body, she remained eerily calm, her expression unfazed by my accusation. Despite my rage-fueled advance, she stood her ground, her demeanor unaffected.

She should dispose the load and focus on Ralph. Ralph is like a monstrous beast whose senses were clouded with ire. He didn’t care about her struggles, screams and pleas and just fucked her mercilessly. His mind is filled with enormous rage which is going to explode at any second and only her screams are like a suppressant for the erupting volcano.