Blood Rage Kickstarter Novels & Stories

-ZOYA- Attack? What attack? "I'm leaving!" I blurt out, completely fed up. Ragnar turns to face me for the first time, with a look of pity. "I don't think you understand how that blood pact works yet, little wolf." I don't care, I want to say, but the words feel stuck in my throat. Ragnar stares at me with such intensity that made me want to grab a hacksaw, tear the ground open and jump inside.

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.

“It’s Warrior territory now. We paid for it, you didn’t. Don’t be a little bitch because we thought ahead and you didn’t.” “I’m kind of with Buzzer on this one. We all want a piece of Stalker territory. You just decided to annihilate an entire MC, no warning, no discussion.” “Slither was coming after one of our associates. Wrath was paid to keep her alive. He found their meeting spot and he was paid to take them out. Stalkers still existed after that job, you all know that,” Nitro said. “Stalkers took my child. Even Trip had a visit from me about it. He was going after the kid too. I took out the rest of the Stalkers because they had my kid’s mother.”

“ Yeah? I didn’t think so,” I am beyond confused. Where does Jared’s wrath coming from? “ You robbed me from everything. Master is about to make me his son, to adopt me but then you came along. All of my hardships, it’s all gone. He favors you more he did to me. You should die!” Then he aimed the gun, making Megan and I screams out of protest. “ This isn’t the plan!” Megan shouted while stopping Jared from pulling the trigger. He looks at her in a fiery eyes before pushing her away. She landed in the corner, and I don’t know what to do. I am panicking, what if he pulled the trigger?

No one calls me Rage. "No one calls me rage except dad, no fucking one. You. Have. No. Fucking. Right. To. Call. Me. Rage." I explained and reached into my pocket, brought out my pocket knife and drew a long scar on her face as she screamed out loud in the sweetness of pain. I heard the door slammed open and I was pulled off her immediately. I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up.

Rage clouded my vision. They were going to pay for this…

“Alpha Victor of the Blood Moon Pack is preparing to attack the vampire lands. I thought you might be interested in helping… to settle some old scores.” He snorted. “And why should I care?” I tilted my head. “Didn’t the Vampire King slaughter some of your own? Brothers? Sisters? Their bodies left to rot near his borders? Strung up like trophies?” His eyes darkened, jaw tightening. Good. Pain was the doorway to rage ,and rage made people stupid. “Some of your pack still hang from those trees, Lucian. Torn to pieces. Eaten by vultures. And Kael did nothing to stop it. Maybe it’s time for revenge?”

Now having a current bounty of ninety thousand perus. Billy 'Bill' Drakens. Age seventeen, son of world renowned adventures. Joining the blade rage with the aim of becoming the strongest fighter in history. After joining the team he undergoes harsh training and eventually unlocks a violent sword force. He wields different weapons but at times a dual sword user. His current bounty is seventy five thousand perus.

“And I’m not afraid of you. You are not my Alpha, and you will never be. You are too young and don’t deserve that position. So stop extorting money from us." Rage seemed to start boiling from his feet and push its way upward. He tried to control his emotions, but that was it. “How much money do you have?” Rick inquired, sneering. “You are a lowly beggar and don’t have much money to feed yourself or extra to give to the pack. I wonder how you are still alive to protest.”