Blood Rage Kickstarter Novels & Stories

He could see the panic that appeared on his dad's face the moment he picked the gun up . He didn’t want to start thinking about what he might do with it , but the fact remains that this man was pushing him to the wall . You know what dad , you can go to hell with your disgusting company , I know you want me to leave but I would never do that , but instead I would take what rightfully belongs to me because it’s my birthright and what I was born to a have it , if you do not want me here , I think the best option for you is to go bank rupt , I think that in that way , I would no longer disturb you but instead , I would stay the fuck away from you . , but since this company exists and you haven’

I couldn’t let that happen. Slowly I cleared the tears off of my eyes. I was my mother’s daughter. I was my father’s soldier. These boys are a piece of cake compared to the wars I’ve won for my ungrateful father. The ardents were my teammates and if there was anything Bloodrage ever taught me. It was to never leave your own behind. My breath suddenly hitched as I watched one of the brothers, the one with a chopped hand zoom from the shadows, his good arm raised in silent rage. A thick blade glinted under the light.

She mentally shook that line of thought away, couldn’t afford to go there, and needed to stop looking at his bare body. She bit her lip, thinking hard about how to get them out of the mess they were in. She needed to be free to leave work after her shift and get the data she’d stolen to her handler. Her gaze flicked to the dead guy once more. He lay there, bloody, on the concrete where she’d left him, the cause of his death obviously the blunt-force trauma from pounding his nose with the kit. She’d experienced pure rage to do so much damage. It could be mistaken for damage from a fist. Her gut twisted.

I can’t hide the anger in my voice. “It’s my money, don’t question what I do with it.” “I am going to question, or I am not giving you money anymore.” “Do you want your siblings to grow up homeless or without their mother?” “If it gives them a better life, then yes, they should grow up without you.” Anger flows through me; my mom begins screaming. I can’t take it anymore and walk out the door. Rachel is right behind me. We get to the car, and I hold my hand out for the keys. Rachel did not say a word but hands them over. We drive off without a second glance. I drive across town to my Aunt’s house on my father’s side.

Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc

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, Blaze, 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.

Threatening my brother like a coward. "Where's my money, kid?" He pushed Jack back. Jack was nothing compared to the mountain standing in front of us. Jack stumbled and before Victor could touch him again I stepped forward and slapped him so hard his head snapped to the side. Both of them froze. Victor took a second to process it then wiped a small dot of blood from his lip. He stared at me like he couldn't believe I did it. He shouldn't have underestimated me. Enough of his games. Enough of him haunting my life for his greed and cheap fantasies. I was done.

I didn't scream nor make a sound not this time “You don’t fight back,” Mara said, disgust in her voice. “Not even worth the pain.” She leaned close, her hand grabbing my hair, pulling my head up. “You know why no one stops us?” I stared at her. “Because they want this. They want you gone.” Then she spat in my face. I hit the ground so hard as she let go, I hit my face on a stone and my face was covered in blood. They left laughing and I could hear their footsteps fading, silence returned

“In this house, like the bitch you are.” An unstoppable wave of rage burst through me, igniting like wildfire beneath my skin, scorching away every scrap of fear. Acting on pure instinct, I lashed out with a powerful kick, landing it squarely against his shin with enough force to make him stagger backward, cursing in a furious roar. Seizing the moment, I lurched forward, desperate for air, my lungs seizing painfully as I coughed and wheezed. One trembling hand flew to my throat, fingers gingerly pressing against the throbbing skin where bruises were already beginning to form. Every breath felt like fire, but I refused to let it break me.

My eyes blazed even more when I sighted him with his friends who's as bullshit as him. I start marching the distance between us, unable to calm the thunderstorm inside me. I balled my fist tight as I walk faster to him. They stopped when they saw me, just a perfect time when I pivoted my left foot around and gave him a kick in his thick face that he will never forget. "Holy---SHIT!? RAMPAGE!" I'm not finish yet!