A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

What is it about Morgana that makes her act so… God, I can't explain it. I close my eyes. Inhale. Exhale. My breath shudders, uneven, jagged. I force the rage down, push it into a locked corner of myself, because if I let it out now, if I strike, it will only make everything worse. I try to calm, to tether myself before the storm inside me tears me apart. AUTHOR'S NOTE (Please your comments and reviews will be highly appreciated guys. let me know your thoughts on the novel.)

‘They’re gonna love it cause I'm in it. Those pretty eyes fell into a distaste. ‘Arrogant son of a mutt.’ ‘It’s not a novel, Rola.’ I swallowed hard, trying to push the images of another motherfucker kissing those cherry lips. Grabbing my head, pushing my fingers through my hair, letting the anger have at it, I blurted, ‘It’s my fucking life. And it’s cursed.’ ‘It’s not cursed,’ the werewoman muttered quietly as she sat down again.

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?*

I looked up at her mirroring eyes. “Rage,” she said and the smile stretched over her rosy cheeks, “that rage is what will keep you alive. Feel it, live it, breathe it, and remember where it came from. Don't try to forget because you never will but you can survive by shifting the emotion,” she said and clicked her tongue.

Lyra’s POV: Rage never came to Lyra in bursts. Like all her emotions, it simmered and burned, and it lasted just enough to settle deep into her bones until it became something colder and far more dangerous. And when she woke up this morning, the rage was unbearable. She dressed up quickly and stared at her reflection in the mirror with rage in her eyes. Of course, she was as perfect as always, not one strand of hair was out of place on her head, but she still couldn't see her reflection without feeling the need to scream and curse at herself.

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva