A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

“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]

He lifted the dripping weapon up high over his head, as if to rip me apart. I didn't cower. I never reverted back to being a white wolf. I glanced at Kaelen's broken body. I saw my weak mother shivering under him. Then, I lifted my gaze to the monster that had taken my life away from me. The sadness in my chest washed out like a river, burned down like a forest, died like a frog, froze like a glacier.There was a well of pure, ancient, apocalyptic rage that instantly burnt down the sadness in my chest like a river, a forest, a frog, a glacier.

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?"

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.

Rage's face lit up with a radiant smile as he took my hand in his, his eyes shining with tears of joy. "My Queen, I am immortal, my years are 900 in all," Rage said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are the first one to ever give me a child!" I kissed his lips, and he responded with fervor, devouring me with all the passion he possessed. His hands gently touched my belly, his eyes shining with pride. His older brother, Storm, and younger brother, Rett, and the rest of his men, applauded loudly, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Niklaus joined us, hugging me tight and pulling Rage into the embrace, a rare display of affection from him.

Almost without thinking, Kait turned on her and flashed her a death stare that told her to back off, otherwise this simple argument would end up being a lot messier than what it really needed to be. "Why was I taught how to survive, if I can't be a part of something more?" Olivia's temper flared, trying to match the death stare with her own anger. Her own resentment. "Why keep me in the dark the entire time? I feel like being locked away in a tower would be better than this!" Her own rage was getting the best of her.

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Deep inside, he knew what brought him this outcome. 'A simple disagreement...yet so decisive...' If he knew this would be the outcome, he would have never rejected that person's offer. [Ambush] Rage was using this skill for the first time. He then lowered his gaze to his body. There were five long slashes that practically slashed his body through the bones. Rage was aware that if his master did not bless him, he would perish. ... I listened to Rage's account in the tavern. "Since he's dead, someone has to take the blame," I added, nodding slightly.

Rage unlike anything I'd felt—even when killing Marcus—flooded through me. They'd taken my mate. On the day she was supposed to come home. After everything we'd survived. Everything we'd fought for. They. Would. Pay. Every single one of them. I'd tear them apart. Burn the world down. Whatever it took. Mandy was mine. And I was coming for her. **TO BE CONTINUED...** *Just when Tyler and Mandy were about to reunite after seventy-five days of healing and growth, a coordinated rogue attack tears them apart again. Now Tyler must rescue his mate from wolves who've targeted her specifically—and the real question is: who planned this attack, and why now?*

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.