Bitter Rage Novels & Stories

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.

****BEN**** Rage burned in my veins like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. I threw my fists against the wall, feeling the pain shoot up my arms as I struggled to contain the overwhelming emotion. The red haze clouded my vision, blurring everything except the overwhelming need to release this pent-up anger. She can’t get married to that bastard. She is mine, only mine; no one but I have the right to be with her. No one but I can make her happy.

**** Alex stood still, immobilized by the rage within him. He couldn’t move for close to thirty minutes, his mind a chaotic storm. His face was twisted into a mask of fury and pain, his nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. It was a sound filled with vengeance, a warning that a storm was coming, and it would bring destruction. His fists opened and closed, almost crushing the device in his hand with his grip. Every part of him radiated lethal intent. He would stop at nothing to find those responsible and make them pay. Alex wasn’t just angry; he was a force of nature, ready to bring hell on earth.

And it's not just a dozen, there are more, a lot more. "Rage!" I called. Rage looked at the crowd, shocked. But just a moment, he is already beside me, eyes are gold and blazing. "How dare they attack us on this night!" He growled angrily. I know I shouldn't concern myself on their problem because involving myself in other's matters is really out of my character. But when I saw how worried and mad Rage was, how the children cried when their parents were close to being slaughtered in front of them, how the smiles turned into growls and cries, I felt fury.

I wish to make them both wished they were dead than to be alive and suffer my torment. I noticed I was becoming too bitter, angry and resentful. I've never wished my enemies misfortune before, neither have I laughed at someone else's misfortune because I've been there, I knew what I'd feel like, but right now all I deeply wished for was to see them both burn to the ground. I wanted so bad to snap their necks whenever I remembered or took a glance at them, I wanted to end their lives at any cost. It was this rage that made me loose guard and refused to focus on the important things in front of me.

He says. “If she just hadn’t gotten under my skin so much, I wouldn’t have lost control this much. You know what it did to me, did to Diego, when she first came in. I lost it, became the possessive prick dad used to be and nearly ripped that guy’s head off just for holding her. She pushed all the right buttons to get me on that same level of anger again. If she would have just listened to me, we would have a decent place to start from, but now I first have to pick up the pieces of the mess I made.” I take a sip from the rum, savoring the sharp and spicy taste in my mouth.

If only she had known, she wouldn't have dressed before going out. "Why are you angry with me? I didn't do anything, ah!” "I'm not mad at you!" She glared at him and let go of his hand. "Then why are you giving me that treatment? I don't deserve your silent treatment, Sawyer Zane!” He was even more stunned by what she said. His eyes were expressionless as he looked at her. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm just pissed off. Don't mind me.” She was furious when he said that. He pissed off? Don't mind him? What nonsense is this? After ignoring her that's what he would say? Because he pissed off? What about 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

I wanted their affection too. Sitting on my bed, I felt a sting in my eyes. My heart was racing, each beat spitting rage. My brows furrowed in the deadliest frown. I gritted my teeth to control my rage but my anger was more than my calmness. It burned through me, destroying every thread of calmness left. "Argghhhhh!"

Spiders and irresponsibility for instance. But rage was an emotion I had always tried to stay away from. I did get angry at times, in fact, quite a lot of times with my employees, especially my assistant. But rage is something different. It's not just a mere anger at something that goes away after some minutes. I believed that rage to be stronger than anger in so many levels. In fact, I'd always thought it to be the most dangerous of the triad. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs. And I had been successful at that. Up until now.