Bitter Rage Novels & Stories

It made it difficult for the four henchmen to see before them. Rage's knuckles bulged and enlarged as he tried to control his anger. Things were taking so long in conquering the wolf clans. His henchmen had been at it for a while now and he was getting restless. "You wretches are all useless, hopeless creatures who can never do anything right. Get out of my sight you detestable things, I do not want to ever set eyes on you again until you have some good news for me."

His entire chest felt unbearably tight. For years... He had hated her. Blamed her. Cursed her. Yet now... Everything he believed had been turned upside down. He slowly leaned back in his chair. A shaky breath escaped his lips. Then another. His eyes gradually darkened. Not with sadness. With fury. Pure... Unfiltered... Rage. His chair crashed backward as he shot to his feet. "That bastard!" The roar shook the quiet café. Several customers instinctively turned toward them. Adrian slammed his fist against the table before kicking the fallen chair across the room.

Neil "You are nothing in my life. You can't force me to like you Raven. You are a looser Raven. Even after doing all that and even being my fucking bitch You didn't earn the respect in my heart. Guess what I still hate you and I would prefer a prostitute over you. You are a psychopath. I can slap you but I think this defeat is enough for you. Now get lost from here as soon as possible. I don't wanna see your face." He turned around and went away and I was staying there grinding my teeth. He had triggered the bitch in me. The rage in my heart was unstoppable then. I didn't know what I was going to do but I knew that I won't be staying calm before creating a chaos in his life just like he had

~Stephan ~ Rage, Anger , betrayal , so much hurt , than I had ever felt in my entire life , I was feeling all of it just on one night. I couldn't remember the last time I was this mad at anything in particular , but it was when we lost them but now I have to feel this way again . It hurts so much, more than I had ever felt in my entire life. That was when it kept coming back . Was I destined to be in his ways , why did he have to get everything that I wanted .

And it is okay to feel that, it's okay to be angry and bitter, it's okay to want revenge, to want him to suffer, it doesn't make me a bad person it just makes me human, normal. I can not honestly say that my heart is healed, I can't say that I do not have those thoughts once in a while, I can't say that I still curse his arrogant face all the way to hell, I can't say that I am not still bitter, because I would be lying to myself, and that is no way to live.

He barked ferociously but it only made her stance weaken. "Alright, think about all the bad things you've ever witnessed and direct that anger and pain to me." He growled with his eyes hinting a change between monstrous reddish black and grey. She thought of everything, how her life had changed overnight, her missing mother and her best friend, the traumas, the death of innocent people. They were all enough to fuel rage within her and she lost track of when her body had taken action.

You share a soul bond with me, so for small amounts of fire, you won’t need to protect yourself. That is easy. Rex remembered the day that Dean that said terrible things about his family on the banks of the river, it was certainly making him angry! While using that Rex looked down at his hand and pictured it on fire. He could feel heat on his palm, but nothing was happening. ‘Rage is intense anger, not something that irritates you’ Fafnir said shaking his head. ‘You need to find something that will make you burn up inside.’ There was something Rex thought to himself. The night he had lost his grandmother to Reeva Umbra, Nessa’s mother. Once he started picturing the scene of the arrow coming

I roared to the pack's link, and they all agreed before I ruthlessly killed anyone who was in my way. My anger from what my wife felt when she learned the truth of her hometown's fall, my rage for these persistent rogues that Sonny Malveda soon will pay for, and the pain from letting them hurt me with a silver knife were all brewing into one rage that I hadn't felt before. I roared in madness as I slaughtered them like a mad beast. I made sure they wouldn't survive my wrath. Their blood tasted bad, but this event filled my need to kill them all.

I could only focus on the words in my mind and the major pain my brain kept releasing. "Mrs White, your attention is needed at Manchester mind mental center." I heard a man say and after some minutes nearly an hour with me still whispering those words, mom came in, really angry. I could see it etched on her face through the strands of my hair. She was disappointed in me. She was tired of me. I failed her. I failed everyone. I failed dad. I failed Garriet. I failed my best friend. Well guess what fuckers, Rage doesn't care.

I began, "Being a bitch can't really really help you at this point," "What?!" She snapped, turning to face me, eyes blazing fire, "Excuse me?" I scoffed, arms crossed across my chest, "Don't you ever get tired?" I arched a brow, "Being bitter won't help you, you know? Why don't you just give up?" "Just because Ronan accepted you doesn't mean-"