Blood Rage Kickstarter Novels & Stories

Blood had been spilled between them before, over points, over status, over the best women in the pens. The other studs watched silently while others looked almost excited at the possibility of a real fight. Rage’s hand shot out suddenly. His thick fingers wrapped around my wrist in an iron grip before I could pull away. “She’s not tagged as exclusive yet,” Rage snarled yanking me forward“I’m taking what I earned.” I tried to twist free, yanking hard, but his grip was like a vice. “Let go, you bastard!” Reaper’s eyes flashed with cold, murderous anger. He moved like lightning. His massive hand shot out and grabbed Rage by the throat.

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.

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!

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.

his ominous tone made Ayracs breath to hitch in her chest. She had been a rogue wolf for 2 years now and though she had faced a lot of threatening situation but on one was as life threatening and serious as this. She had heard whispers about the Moon Crest pack, it was a pack that a lot of rogues feared, respected and loathed at the same time. Their Alpha was known for his blood thirsty behavior and his hatred for rogues and anything alike. “You will die, just like the others before you”. … “Alpha, there's an urgent message from the warriors for you” Silas perked up immediately heard the voice of his Beta, Levi.

He extended his hand for a handshake and accepted it while smoking. "Can I vent out my feelings?" He said while looking at the brandy in his glass. He looked problematic and stressed now. His tired expression seems like he is having a bad day. "Sure, anything for you," I answered truthfully and poured another shot of brandy. "So, I have this situation where people keep pressuring me because my brother, who is the firstborn of my father to his legitimate family, is getting richer day by day, and people keep on comparing him to me. I have my own life and path that I am taking at my journey, and different from my brother, I feel tired every day to keep up with their high expectations that are h

“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.

At least I had control over it right now. "The reason I can't accept Blake is because his father is the reason my family are dead. It was his father who intiated the attack on my pack and he made sure there were no survivors."

The way her body molded to his, the way she pressed herself against him, it was too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my rage. The need to kill, to destroy, surged through me like a tidal wave, but I fought it back. I couldn’t kill him, not yet. Not with her in the room, not with her watching. But the urge was there, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment.