A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

I ignore the blood gushing from my body as I race around, slashing at anything that moves. Rage completely takes over my body as I go into a frenzy, tearing the bodies of the men who slaughtered the Rocky Mountain Pack and killed my other half, into tiny pieces and throwing them around the camp. The smell of fresh blood urges Rage to continue with her killing spree, running around gleefully in search of anyone left alive that she can tear into.

Rage. Very hot rage. The kind that blinds shot through and surged out of Tala's body. The rage was as materialistic as hot air, and behind it was a red light that shot out of Tala's golden eyes. The hot air of rage was the first to hit the wall that was separating their bodies. The moment it hit the wall, it burned through it and the red light went through… When the hot rage air was melting the wall within Megan's body, some of it slipped out of her body and hit Eden.

Not sadness or even fear. It was rage.

I only moved. Inside the air was stale with a dozen small violences. Cushions shredded, books ripped from their shelves, photographs stomped into paper dust. My kitchen lay gutted. Drawers yawned open. The sink held broken plates like white teeth. My little herb pots were overturned, soil smeared across the counter. Someone had taken a marker and written across the fridge door a message with the kind of cruelty that tastes like bile. I felt the burn rise and kept it where it belonged. Rage was good. Rage was a tool.

“No, what I wanted to do didn’t contain the outdoors or your clothes, but you need to feel a different side of me. I can tell you were afraid tonight at the meet when you heard. I’m a bad guy but a decent one, at least to someone I care about.” “What were you like before Denver?” I asked. Rage was quiet for a bit before shrugging gently. “I was a decent kid. I played football and wrestled in junior high.” “What did you want to be before your parents died?” Rage laughed, shaking his head and pulling me closer to him. “No a drug dealer,” he said. “The sky was the limit back then, I had good grades—but it doesn’t matter now.” “It could,” I whispered. “You could start over again.”

I stay there for what seems like forever, my fingers hovering over her cold skin, mourning the only person who ever showed me kindness. The rage starts as a spark and turns into an inferno. I suddenly jump to my feet, my breath coming in rough gasps. I close my eyes sharply, the image of her broken body burned into my head.. ***

Rage! I had no idea in my past life!! I fucking had no idea!! Why my strong wolf Lena became the weakest wolf.. The Universe wanted me dead by all means.

Rage burned through me, hot and consuming. I pulled my knife quietly, testing its weight. I'd never killed anyone before. Never even seriously hurt anyone. But Kira's words echoed in my mind. When it comes down to it, you do what you have to do to survive. And to protect the people you love. I waited until Ronan's wolf turned to leave, until the traitor was alone in the clearing. Then I moved. I wasn't graceful. Wasn't particularly skilled. But I was motivated and angry and desperate.

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

Remember, I am the creator of the story so, most of the rituals and also the traditions will be according to my imaginations, not the real-life based. To be honest, I am nervous and excited to write this part of the story. I don't want to harm any significant race, tribes, and ethnic groups and hurt them. Hence, I request you all to stay patient and go along with the story. I see many readers are confused with the chapters. Please, as its mystery, thriller, and also fantasy, there are mysteries that we have to deal with hence it's obvious, to be confused. So, please, don't feel burdened when you don't understand.