Blood Rage Kickstarter Novels & Stories

I couldn’t stop myself. Something hot and wild surged through me—fear turning into fury, adrenaline burning away the shock. I pushed to my feet, legs shaking, and stumbled toward the guy still writhing from Eric’s kick. Before I could think, my foot connected with his crotch again, harder this time. He screamed louder. I kicked him once more in the ribs, then again, tears streaming down my face, rage pouring out with every blow. “You fucking bastard!” I screamed, voice breaking. “You pervert! You piece of shit!”

DELLA Anger travelled through my veins as I walked through the woods and headed back to the cabin. I paced from one side of the room to the other. I might have been a late bloomer, but that didn't stop my anger from flaring up like a changed Shifter.

Johnny was already drenched in sweat, but he couldn't find a single excuse. But then, right at that moment… "Everyone, look at this!" A woman wearing fashionable clothing dashed in with a phone pointed straight at me. "See that? This woman's a witch who brought my friend here to be cremated, without letting his mother see him one last time!" Ah, the woman of the hour was here. Lorraine actually had a large number of followers online because of the videos she posted of special effects makeup, so I wasn't surprised that she came here while streaming.

My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine. I quickly composed myself as I witnessed him taking her body in his hands and cradling her like a child. And then he looked back at me. His eyes were a whirlwind of rage, fury, pain. He looked like a monster. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" He bellowed. Me? "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" He cried out as tears began to stream down his face. He was wailing like a child as he begged to her to wake up. "Maddy-" He gasped, his voice heavy with raw emotions and tears, "M-Maddy, wake up, ma moitie-"

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

Razor growled one of the most ferocious sounds I'd ever heard him make before opening the link & alerting the pack. "Rogue army, scent is masked. Get to bunkers or help fight now!" He bellowed through the link, waking every member of the pack. "You link mate, now." He told me, before giving me partial control. No sooner than he spoke, one came at us from our left. We turned just in time to sink our teeth into it's throat & rip it out. Then another came from our right & got our back leg. We pivoted quickly, flinging it into a near by tree. We turned to finish it off when one came from who knows where & latched on to the back of our neck. We were having a little trouble shaking that one when R

How can someone shift so quickly and seamlessly? Ragnar turns to face him with a scowl. "What is the meaning of this, Ryker? I've only just patched her up." I stand up, feeling my anger rising again. Patched me up after slicing a dagger across my palm. I didn't need this motherfucker standing up for me. Ryker grins, relaxed, despite the blood dripping from the side of his face where I hit him with the rock. "I only wanted to see if she was worth the trouble. We're going to need everyone we can get for tonight's attack."

Finn looked toward his Alpha for confirmation. Brodi fought the urge to growl. He didn't recognize their scents so they could only be from the Blackfoot Pack. "Killian! This must be where his pack holed up. I will kill him where he stands if he has anything to do with this." Finn sent two of his patrol around to flank the guards ahead so they could not escape to warn the rest of the Blackfoot Pack. Once they advised him they were in position, Brodi, Finn and two more of his team trotted up the path. The men jumped out of the trees and pointed weapons at them just as they had expected. Brodi's deep, rumbling growl made every hair on the men's bodies stand at attention. Brodi pushed his Alpha

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

he said. Jake grinned. “I became Wrath in prison. Prison turned me into this. Before that, I was just a regular guy, going to college. Before prison, I’d never even had a parking ticket.” “Shit, Wrath … I didn’t know that.” “Not something I share with everyone. Rancid saved my ass, literally, from getting raped in the showers. After that, I was his shadow. I learned from him and that’s how I survived two more attacks. I spent a lot of time in solitary, but nobody ever caught me with a shiv in the lunch line. I killed five guys in prison like that, men that were going to come after us. The last fight was six months before I got out, Rancid died that day, instead of me. I came here because I f