Deku Rage Mode Novels & Stories

"So... your rogue line ends in the dirt today." As the final syllable left his bared fangs, Derek shifted into motion like an enraged mountain predator, his massive fist driving forward with a devastating shockwave of raw kinetic power. Kate felt the crushing weight of his alpha aura before the blow even touched her skin. It was not just a simple physical strike coming at her chest; it felt as though a prehistoric beast was charging down the mountain to grind her frail bones into dust. "Shit! This bastard carries the ancient True Alpha Lineage!" Kate screamed through her teeth, but before she could shift her weight to dodge, an excruciating snap echoed through the clearing.

Before it could do any real damage, Granga lifted his hand and tapped the ground with his foot and it closed up once again. Rage's eyes gleamed and his mouth twitched. Granga invited another man and he stepped forward. This one was able to jump to any height and zigzag left and right, lightning fast. One by one, Granga called upon each man, and it seemed their capabilities far outweighed the next man. Rage could not keep his delight to himself anymore, he smiled, which was rare for him. When the last one showcased his skill, he got down from his throne and walked to where Granga stood, chest pumped out with pride, and whispered. "I hope there won't be any side effects?"

“I’m protecting someone who doesn’t deserve to die tonight.” Raul’s gaze flicked briefly to me. Then back to Krager. “You’re interfering in Silvercrest matters.” Krager’s eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. “You brought Silvercrest matters into my forest.” The magic surged again. Raul released another blast. This time, Krager didn’t block. He attacked. Dark power erupted from him like a storm breaking loose. The energy surged across the clearing with terrifying speed. Raul barely had time to raise his hand before it struck.

This was the actual trial, where the victor would advance to the next level, and the defeated would forfeit their life. Deere crouched low, his muscles tensing as he felt the change coursing through him. His body trembled, bones shifting as fur sprouted from his skin. He bared his teeth, now elongated and sharp, in a display of lupine power. With a surge of strength, he leaped at Moss.

“Look at that. That’s not business. That’s not strategy.” I swallow hard, throat dry despite the tequila heat still coating my tongue. My pulse jumps watching him like that — a mix of fear and something darker, a sick comfort in knowing that kind of rage belongs to me. He isn’t just protecting his house. He’s avenging me. Kade’s voice lowers, almost reverent. “I’ve seen him execute men for looking at his property wrong. But this—this is different. This is rage.” Static crackles from his comm, then Vex’s voice, flat and precise:

Through the temporary blood pact, the myriad of races with no shared links in the first place was able to communicate through mind links. Rostam Clawmark stalked the gloomy black wolf. Growling, he spoke through the mind link connected between them. 'Are you ready to exact your vengeance, my good friend Greko Blazul? That damn blue-eyed alpha will taste defeat one and for all!' Instead of answering his question, Greko Blazul merely scoffed. 'I will paint blood on this territory as a welcome gift for that bastard’s luna. I want this token to be remembered for all eternity.'

he hissed at Zephyr, face full of hateful resentment. The fat on Sylvester’s body started to shift and change, as if a cattle-prod shocked every fiber of his being. “Berserker Rage... I didn’t expect you to have this technique!” Spout said warily when he saw Sylvester’s body change. Berserker’s Rage was a violent technique. The user would conserve and maintain large amounts of energy in their body. Once they triggered the Rage, all that energy would explode out in a powerful, rage-filled blast. This technique was difficult to train, and even harder to master, not many will choose to learn it.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

It was the first time, after knowing him for so long, to see him this way. The Dongyue she had known was an incredibly calm man. But today, he resembled a barbarian in berserk mode. Barbarians were melee warriors who had a unique ability, the war cry, which enabled them to enter a stage of insanity and cut everything down in their path, including allies. Hence, it was called the ‘berserk mode’ by her elders. Xiyu just stared at Dongyue without uttering a single word. Probably he also sensed her discomfort because instead of admonishing her, he took her in his arms and deposited her back on her bed, where he stayed vigil at her bedside, contemplating his thoughts seriously.

Azra looked at him. “Azra Miller, now using the kid's words? How far have you fallen?” Aghul cackled. Azra clenched his fist, immediately he turned into his beast mode as his dreads unlocks each other as it levitated in the air instantly every where was slowly vibrating then beneath his feet the floor cracked. “Aghogho you… ” Azra coughed out blood as his dreadlocks all of a sudden dropped down to his back, he staggered. Aquila and Aguda glanced at him.