A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

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.

When I spat it out, I found two of my teeth lying in my palm. At that moment, I no longer cared about anything else. I hurriedly texted Mirabelle, asking her to come back. … Mirabelle had settled down somewhere and was still live-streaming. The scene of me barging into her room earlier had been broadcast live, and now thousands of viewers were pouring into her stream. "You latecomers just missed it, but the heiress of the Hawthorne family went ballistic over her housekeeper's glow-up." "Are you sure that was Rosetta? She looked nothing like her; she looked more like a middle-aged woman who'd let herself go."

The moment I burst through the protective barrier my mind put up, a smile creeps up on my physical face, as the realization of how I can fight slams into my forefront. Rage is the key, it is the very essence of the destruction from storms, the fuel that fires the explosion of volcanoes, and the earth-scorching lava that destroys all in its path. I will raise the temperature of my core with my fury-filled lava. I will torch every molecule of Kali's dick, leaving him with a digit that he will never be able to use again!

Nova clutches Isla, tears streaking her face, and for the first time in forever, I see hope there—not just survival, but something brighter. Rafe thrashes, spitting blood, trying to rise. “This isn’t done!” he howls. “You’ll regret sparing me!” I stare down at him, jaw clenched. “Maybe. But you’ll regret breathing.” I turn away. The circle opens for me, for us. Blade falls in beside me, silent but solid. Nova steps close, Isla in her arms. We move together toward the Kings, toward the future I just gambled everything on. But behind us, in the dirt, Rafe laughs—low, broken, but still alive. A reminder that wolves don’t die easy.

He spoke as if it were a simple fact, not a threat. I knew he wasn’t exaggerating. Rage Dragons did not fight like normal dragons; when they released their power, their bodies ignited in flames. They never burned themselves, only everything around them, land, trees, homes, anyone too close. My herd was made of vulnerable shifters. Wolves, Bears, werecats and Hybrids. None of them could withstand a Rage Dragon’s fire. If they came here, everything would be gone. I swallowed the tight feeling in my throat. I hated being forced, especially by him. But I also couldn’t ignore the danger.

They've been waiting for us. "Ambush!" Zara shouts. We fight, we kill, we survive, but it's brutal, Helena takes a slash to the arm, Cutter gets knocked down, Zara gets cornered, we're all bleeding, all exhausted, all barely holding on. And I use the power again. It explodes out of me, it tears through the Corrupted, it destroys everything in its path. I can feel it, the rage, the hunger, the need to kill, to destroy, to end.

RONAN What was this rage burning inside my chest? It wasn’t just fury. Fury, I understood. This was something darker. Wilder. Filthier. And it erupted the moment he dared to spew filth about her. I had killed before, without pause, without guilt. Age, gender, race... none of it ever mattered. All I saw was the life I needed to take. But this bastard? I wanted more than his life. I wanted his heart in my hand, still beating, when I crushed it.

So what are you going to do about it? Die here? Let him win? Or survive? And make him regret ever walking away? I floated. Deciding. Live or die. Surrender or fight. Let them win Or become something they'll regret creating. The anger wasn't love. Wasn't hope. It wasn't anything noble. It was pure. Cold. Rage. And it was enough. Enough to grab onto. Enough to climb. Enough to want to survive.

Rage Unprecedented rage consumes my senses and I know he has done the biggest mistake and probably the last mistake of his life because he laid a hand on what is Jarek's. Me, my heart, and my body all belongs to Jarek, and this bastard just dared to violate that limit. Before he can put his hand on me, I push him away with a force that even surprises me. "You shouldn't have done this John." Glaring at him, I slowly shake my head, "You shouldn't have done this." I don't bother to cover myself as anger flows through my veins like a hot lava.

I wanted to respond, to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but the darkness pulled at me, and I slipped away into unconsciousness. Rage. I was drowning in boiling, scalding rage that felt like lava flowing through my veins, ready to erupt like a volcano. A rage I had never experienced until I walked into that room. The image needed to be bleached from my mind to obliterate that moment as if it had never existed. My hands tightened around her frail body; I wanted to Hulk out and rip the fucker’s skin off in shreds. The urge to kill had never felt this strong—to kill each one of those fuckers.