A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

Rage growled in my head at the havoc we saw, I tried mind-linking my Beta, but he was unreachable, Mom and Dad too could not be reached, so I drove at full speed toward the pack house. My eyes widened in shock as I arrived at the mansion, part of the building was burnt down with dead bodies piled up in front, and the smell of Rogue also filled the air. Immediately I jumped out of the car, Rage could not feel my mate and that freaked us out. I ran inside the pack house, bypassing my pack warriors who laid on the ground injured while some helped to clear the mess,

My people around me were dying in terrible torment. Liam was struggling with a demon to keep him at bay and Teresa got pinned to the fence with Lettice’s hand on her neck. She was struggling to free herself from that grip of death. My blood was already boiling, and I was breathless with rage. Fury flowed through me like lava from a volcano and it poured out all those times she hurt my family. It all pulsed through my veins like roaring in my head. I will fight this chaos with my rage. Anger curled black and unstoppable in my gut like a blazing inferno burning me from inside out. My pulse sped up, and I could no longer control my wolf. Neither did I want to. It was time for his release.

Rage is a powerful feeling, it knotted your inside, and flared your desire, making all feelings succumb to the burning madness. The elf, Justus, I trusted him, fucked him, gave him my all, and damn if I now feel like the stupidest male alive. *****

Instead of returning to his magnificent mansion, Rafe decided to wait in one of the villas he had just bought an hour ago, not far from Wren's house. -00- "Thank goodness you're finally awake. Kaella, can you hear me?” Kaella frowned as the bright light in the room pierced her retina fiercely. She groaned slowly feeling all the throbbing pain throughout her body. Her face and head were the first things that hurt, then her bones and joints were the next things that hurt. All the torture she endured last night was horrific. Now she was even surprised that she was still awake instead of dead. She wished more to die than to live. Know that there is no way out in this house but to die. Rafe defin

I was being kidnapped by the members of the rogues who belonged to a secret cult, a secret society, that the clan never belonged to and rogues were seen as criminals and treated like one and deemed as wolves who went against the pack rules and because of how most clans see them, they took it upon their hands to get revenge for the clans taking their right away from them. My name is Rava Wolf, I'm an Omega, I'm a fourteen years old girl, who had no shelter over her head and was abducted from her pack, seven years ago, when the rogues invaded and almost wiped out all of us and pulled me away from my parents and I don't even know how their faces look like, neither do I remember them or my pack'

“That’s because I’ve been reborn, too. You and Cassie killed me in the previous life, and this time, you’re both paying for it.” “What? So it was all you? I’m going to kill you!” Cole screamed hysterically through the prison bars, but it was useless. Not long after I left, he broke down and smashed his head against the wall, ending his own life. With his death, my nightmare from the previous life finally came to an end. From that point on, every day was a new beginning. [The End]

There was no need for anyone to check. Jasmine's next move was tantamount to confessing. "You dare to mess with the daughter of our late boss? You're going to pay!" Fueled by rage, the mafia members drew their guns, aiming at Jasmine and Derick. The terrified Jasmine clung to Derick's arm and shook it violently, her tears a mix of fear and self-pity. "Derick, have you lost your spine? You swore you'd always protect me! How can you just stand there and let the Whites walk all over me?"

ZACH People think rage is loud. That it screams. Breaks things. Demands attention. But real rage? The kind that carves a place into your bones? It’s quiet. It smiles. It shakes hands with devils and makes deals it doesn’t intend to keep. They bring me to a warehouse I haven’t seen before. Somewhere just outside the city. Unmarked, no cameras on the outside. Just cold concrete and that smell, blood and bleach. Old sins and new orders.

I sat there at my desk in the gray morning light of the penthouse and I looked at my hands and I breathed very carefully because what I was feeling was not something I had vocabulary for. Rage was part of it. The cold, contained kind of rage that I was actually very familiar with. The kind that didn't burn but sat heavy and permanent like iron, settled into the chest and stayed there. I'd felt this kind of rage exactly three times in my life before today. When I was nineteen and I came home early from school and found my mother packing a suitcase, her lover waiting downstairs, her decision already made and immovable. When I was twenty-six and I discovered my father had deliberately undercut

It didn't make much sense to me, the world had and always would be ugly. My only Ray of light had once been my family, and that was wretched from me along with Stella. "Not always." Her lips curled up slightly, as she nudged at the road ahead, hinting at me to focus on driving. "So what did you choose? What drove you to keep your sanity instead of giving up?" The puzzle was unraveling, but with every layer pulled back it was another ring. How someone so small and fragile survived that cruel life. "Honestly? Rage." Her words were soft, but the spark of rage was woven into each one. And so the complexity of the girl next to me doubled.