In A Towering Rage Novels & Stories

"They made me this! They made my family suffer! And they thought they could control it!" The rage consumed me, a blinding, all-encompassing inferno. The pain of my past, the humiliation, the betrayal, all condensed into a single, explosive force. The air shrieked around me, a high-pitched whine of building pressure. The ground buckled, groaning under the strain.

But even more potent is the wave of conflicting emotions that surges through him, a terrifying maelstrom. Rage. A red-hot, blinding fury, immediate and visceral. How dare she? How dare she touch him, strike him like that? The humiliation of the blow, the public nature of it even in this private space, is almost unbearable. His fists clench, his muscles tensing, a desperate urge to retaliate, to lash out.

Erica screams with all the force of her lungs, feeling wrath raise inside her like the flames of a blast that spreads without mercy. With her fingers clutched tightly in her hair, she tries to calm the bubbling blood and the heart that's almost tearing her chest from its intense rhythm, but it's in vain… she's blinded by rage.

My pulse pounded against my skull, fury boiling over, raw and unfiltered. My voice tore through the room, shaking with rage. “ELEANOR!”

And for the first time since this nightmare began, he looked truly furious. Not controlled anger. Not cold anger. Rage. Real rage. Dr. Laurent noticed immediately. And smiled. “Remarkable.” He whispered. Wrong thing to say. Very wrong thing to say. Because suddenly, every light in the tunnel exploded.

The glass of water, now lukewarm. I look at the pillows Spadino piled on the bed. A mountain of soft, suffocating velvet. I look at the door where the lock used to be. I can't breathe. It starts in my chest. A tightness. A heat. It spreads to my throat, choking me. It spreads to my hands, making my fingers twitch. It isn't fear. It isn't sadness. It is rage. Pure, molten, radioactive rage. I am tired of being handled. I am tired of being protected. I am tired of being a vessel, a prize, a problem, a patient.

Something snapped inside me. The grief, the panic, the unbearable sorrow—they twisted into something else. Something dark. Rage. Anger so deep, so pure, it flooded my entire being. Mac rose, his growl shaking the air around us. The pain of the bond breaking, of Ivy slipping away—it ignited a fire in my chest, a rage so powerful I could hardly contain it

The air was thick with the sharp, suffocating stench of chemicals. We chased them all the way to the rooftop. "Don't do anything rash!" an officer shouted, extending his hand. Tobias stood at the edge of the rooftop. Behind him was a drop of dozens of meters. He lifted Ginny into the air. He screamed hysterically, "Take one more step and I'll throw her off!" Shanon stood behind him, her face pale with terror. "Tobias, calm down!" "Calm down?" Tobias spun around, eyes bloodshot, glaring at her. "How do you expect me to calm down? You think we can still get away? This is all your fault! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be here!"

The hooded man ground his teeth together, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. Rage surged through his veins like a tidal wave, overpowering reason and logic. The room became too small, too confining for his fury. With a sharp kick, he sent a chair crashing against the wall, splintering it into pieces. His howl of frustration reverberated through the empty hall, madness and malice echoing in the eerie silence.

he shoots back at me I feel a power buzz from my core all the way through my body then out of me. The table that we sat at had been blasted to pieces and I looked around to see Yoda, Mateo and Yohan lying on the ground. Oh no, what did I just do? Mateo is the first to get back up on his feet. “Definitely isn't weak for sure” he mutters, brushing off the debris off him. The music stops and the gorgeous woman in red struts towards us like a raging bull. “We do not tolerate violence in this place” he says with a thick accent. His face morphs into a sneer as she points at the door.