A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

Rage. It wasn’t a wave; it was an explosion. A supernova detonating behind my ribs, incinerating shock, fear, guilt, everything but a pure, white-hot fury that turned the air to ash in my lungs. It flooded my veins, burned my vision crimson at the edges, vibrated in my clenched fists. After months of freedom, of rebuilding, of carefully stitching myself back together, shattered in the space of a single heartbeat by the man standing before me, cloaked in the obscene disguise of a benefactor.

pit of my stomach. My whole body began to buzz with energy and my pale skin began to look like a veiny net as dark bulging veins appeared on it. I felt as though I was no longer in control of my body anymore. The wound in my chest started to clot up and formed a hard rock at the center like a turtle shell with purple veiny lights across it. I lay my mothers head down gently and closed the distance between me and the hedgehog magi under a second. My hands grabbed hold of her neck like they had a life of their own. Was I going to kill this woman? My grip softened a bit, but then my head snapped involuntarily to see my mother’s lifeless body on my bedroom floor. She deserved to die an honorabl

Rhys Rage was building inside me like a storm threatening to break. The attack outside had stirred something primal within me, and I could barely keep it contained. My wolf was pacing restlessly, its fury a mirror of my own. I’d never fought before, but the intense urge for action surged through me. It was as if my wolf knew what it wanted and was desperate to act.

POV: Barzil Rage was a chemical burn. It didn't just trigger an emotional response; it siphoned the energy from her cells until her skin turned a translucent, sickly grey. I watched Neoma stand before the obsidian blast doors of the Celestial Keep. Her hands were curled into claws, wreathed in chaotic, jagged arcs of black lightning. The Void didn't activate; it invaded. It clawed through her veins, distending the vessels on her neck until they were thick, charcoal-colored ropes. She wasn't aiming. She wasn't calculating. Her muscles were locked in a rigid, trembling spasm of pure biological demand.

Arthur’s POV Rage lived beneath my skin like it had always been there. I had felt fury before. On the battlefield. In courtrooms. At myself. But nothing compared to what I felt now, watching her sit at the desk, calm and composed, signing away the last tie that tethered her to the man who broke her and never once deserved her. It wasn’t the loud kind of rage. It was deep and still. The kind that made your jaw tighten. The kind that settled in your chest like heat and waited.

I should have stopped this, but I couldn't because they felt rather familiar. Rage Rage is what I feel every day. Rage is what I give to the people around me and consume without thinking. Recently, rage is something that can be controlled. Recently, I have been having space for other emotions and Riley … he was the only one to quench it… and…I ..I killed him. Because of rage…I did that. My consciousness was fading when it suddenly stopped, but I couldn't care less or see any reason to be here as I slowly faded into darkness. I felt myself being carried away.

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in

Rage boiled within me as I stormed into Oracle Sage's room, my heart pounding with fury and desperation. How could she, with all her supposed foresight, not have foreseen something as catastrophic as Mathew's disappearance? "I'll kill you!" I screamed, my voice laced with venom as I lunged towards her, intent on exacting revenge for my son's vanishing. As I charged towards Sage, ready to rip her head off her body, she remained eerily calm, her expression unfazed by my accusation. In spite of my rage-fueled advance, she stood her ground, her demeanor unaffected.

But Rage smiled like he waited for this moment his whole life. “There’s no resting, Nina. You wanted to be my Luna. I’m a hunter with no permanent home. I punish bastards like Kade,” he replied, cleaning his hands with his clothes. I sighed. There was nothing I could do. I also didn’t have a home to return to or anywhere to go. I had to join him. I nodded my head, my eyes too blurry to even blink. The heat reached me everywhere. I felt like I was burning being too close to the fire. Rage brought out a ring and placed it down there—more like a notification that he did it.

"This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * * Ren walked into the room with a poker-faced expression, readying his weapon with the fingers of his left hand wrapped around the wrist of his right hand, with Yuri just behind him, her gun trained on Kanzaki who was standing in the middle of the room.