Blood Rage Kickstarter Novels & Stories

Alpha Arkon; This old bastard trying to resist me from leaving his pack with my mate is provoking my blood to boil. A rage course through my veins, leaving me with a feeling of ripping off his chest. My left fist clenches, my muscles tense, ready to unleash the anger building inside me. I roar, clutching his neck, and his warriors suddenly shift into their wolf forms, charging for battle, snarling. My warriors also shift, facing his warriors and ready to attack just what I want.

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"

Unlike his friends, the now Alpha and Beta. I can't feel anything except this burning rage, the want for revenge is swallowing up my life. I wish I cared, but I don't they will pay they all will. This was four years ago and now I work hard to rise through the ranks and drown myself in drink at night, but I will burn this pack to the ground before I take my last breath. ---- Enyo Burnside (Unexpected encounter)

"Liam. Who do you think bankrolled this territory in the first place? My family's resources built it. You're offering me my own money as compensation?" The truth landed like a blade. Liam's face twisted. He lunged forward, hand raised— "Don't push me, bitch! If it weren't for you and that brat holding me back, I would've—" I didn't flinch. I just stared at him, cold and amused. "You would've what? Mated that poisonous Shaman Healer years ago?" His hand froze mid-air. Then it dropped. He knew better. He couldn't touch me now— not with my family behind me.

The pack had them buried in unmarked graves and then left without any explanation as to why whatever happened, happened to my parents. 'Probably rogues on the loose', one of the elder members had told me. It just didn't make any sense to me. My parents were peaceful people. What infuriated me the most was the fact that no one else wanted to find out why my parents had been targets. Hot anger burned deep inside of me and I knew that I would get my revenge one day, if not now. And when I did, I was going to unleash hell.

"We have the regular plan, the advanced plan, the luxury plan, and the rocket plan. I do need to let you know that the regular plan uses traditional methods and equipment, meaning that our staff would have to flip the corpse with a hook throughout the entire process, so it might not be the best for the body." That was honestly the one I wanted to pick. Nothing would suit him more than being burned alive while being rotated by a hook! On the off chance that he woke up immediately because of the pain, however, the consequences would be annoying to handle, to say the least, so I gave up. In the end, I tapped at the pamphlet. "Let's go with the rocket plan." I didn't really care about the newes

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

I ignore the blood gushing from my body as I race around, slashing at anything that moves. Rage completely takes over my body as I go into a frenzy, tearing the bodies of the men who slaughtered the Rocky Mountain Pack and killed my other half, into tiny pieces and throwing them around the camp. The smell of fresh blood urges Rage to continue with her killing spree, running around gleefully in search of anyone left alive that she can tear into.

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