A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

All I see is red. Suddenly I feel something worse than pain. Rage. So bloody hot I could fry up a whole flock of sheep. Rage, so powerful that I can’t even remember when I stood. Rage, so overwhelming that the next thing that happens I don’t know whether it’s real or false. My entire body starts to shake and before I can acknowledge the sharp pain that's piercing through my body, I’m already headed straight towards the men that held me down. I’m seeing them a lot clearer than before, almost as if they're in 3D now and they somehow look smaller. I don’t know what part of my body I’m using to tear them apart but I don’t even care. I just know that the rage in me wants them dead. It’s almost as

Something was taking over him. Rage!

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Chapter 14 *******Rage!!!* Candel’s POV My face drained of all its colour as the truth of what had happened crashed down on me all at once. I felt my cheeks flush hot with anger and my heartbeat quicken. I could feel my whole body shaking with rage as I turned to look at the rogue standing in holding captive me. The rogue's expression was one of shock and he looked so confused. “Wait a minute, what do you mean by I killed you?”

that single moment destroyed several years of my life. My chest tightened painfully. Now I was going to die nameless, hated, branded a criminal forever. Alone inside a merciless black ocean. Suddenly, rage exploded through me. No! My eyes snapped open violently underwater. I won’t accept this! My wolf roared weakly beside me. Fight. Why did Laura get everything? Why did she get luxury, love, and protection while I was the one dying for crimes I never committed? Fury ignited a final spark inside me. I kicked upward desperately.

Like me. A wave of something warm, protective, fierce rises within me. It sweeps away part of the terror. They are mine. No matter where they came from. They are mine now. And I must protect them. How? The question, ice-cold, follows immediately after the wave of tenderness. I am homeless. Without identity. Penniless. My body is a bruised battlefield. I have nothing to offer, except this cold rage that has kept me alive. Rage doesn't change diapers. Rage doesn't find a roof.

A thousand questions run through my mind, but I keep moving along. The Alpha survives and goes to another Alpha whose veins seem filled with rage, painted in crimson, his eyes glowing an unnatural black. I’ve never seen or heard of an Alpha with black-glowing eyes when their wolf surfaces, but I continue. Also, behind this other Alpha is a looming shadow with the face of grief.

And I would become strong enough to keep them safe. No matter what it took. That night, while the twins slept, I opened my laptop. I had two newborns and no plan. Just a tiny apartment and dwindling savings and a determination to survive. But I had something else too. Rage. Cold, patient, calculating rage. And a gift for code that Jaxon Romano had exploited and forgotten. He'd thrown me away like trash. But trash could become treasure. And treasure could become a weapon. I pulled up a blank document and started typing.

​But as I submerged my head under the ice and came back up gasping, I realized something incredible. ​The fog was gone. ​For five years, my mind had been wrapped in a suffocating grey haze of grief and guilt. Every decision felt like moving through molasses. Every breath was heavy. But getting beaten into the dirt today had shocked my system. Rage, my wolf, was pacing in my mind—not with sorrow, but with adrenaline. ​He fights like the ancients, Rage grumbled, nursing a bruised ego but sounding more alert than he had in years. He does not use claws. He uses our weight against us.

Rage. I remembered what rage could do. I used to be the big brother. Born first. Meant to lead. Meant to protect. But after Fiorella’s death? I burned. I’d burned half of Naples with it once. I’d gone dark after Fiorella. Fully. No chains. No rules. Just knives and blood. I killed for no reason. Cut people for blinking wrong. I broke a man’s skull with a wrench just for saying her name out loud.

“Your boss doesn’t want you complete. He wants you alive. Take note—I could cut off your tongue and deliver it just like this if I wanted.” Rhett’s POV Rage boiled through me like wildfire, scorching every thought into a single, violent focus. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt, my muscles coiling beneath the ropes. The man’s threat—his audacity—was the spark I needed. In an instant, my senses flared, the ropes burning against my skin as heat surged through my body.