In A Towering Rage Novels & Stories

The argument escalates faster than either of us can control. Years of hatred and grief erupt all at once. “You burned our villages!” I shout. “You slaughtered my guards!” “You murdered families!” “You ambushed my father!” “You killed mine!” The room feels too small for the fury exploding inside it. My hands tremble with rage. “You think your grief matters more than mine?” I demand. Lucien steps forward. “You think yours does?” We’re shouting now. The storm outside might as well be inside the tower now. The walls seem to vibrate with the force of our voices.

I barked, each word laced with the agony I could no longer contain. Despair mixed with rage, ricocheting off me like a sharp arrow and hitting him with almost tangible force. The ceiling lights flickered ominously, as if the air crackled with the chaos inside me. My magic roared like a tempest, wild and untamed, and in that moment, I was a volatile bomb, and Aaron had just lit the fuse.

I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing, but the rage bubbled up inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. As I reached my room, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I slammed the door shut, my vision blurred with fury. I grabbed the nearest table and hurled it against the wall. It crashed with a deafening sound, the wood splintering into pieces. "Gosh!!! Aiden, you are pushing me!" I shouted, my voice raw with emotion. "How the hell did he get a higher stand over me to the throne? What did I do wrong?"

And it's not just a dozen, there are more, a lot more. "Rage!" I called. Rage looked at the crowd, shocked. But just a moment, he is already beside me, eyes are gold and blazing. "How dare they attack us on this night!" He growled angrily. I know I shouldn't concern myself on their problem because involving myself in other's matters is really out of my character. But when I saw how worried and mad Rage was, how the children cried when their parents were close to being slaughtered in front of them, how the smiles turned into growls and cries, I felt fury.

[7 AM, BLCKTHORN AUTOMOBILE] Rage. Fury—that was all Ixora could feel within her. A deep feeling of anger—one she has never felt before. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't control it, and to think she did nothing wrong kept fueling the rage within her.

I stepped forward very slowly, every part of me trembling, not with fear, but with rage so intense I could barely keep it from pouring out of me. “How dare you bring up my mother?”

My heart pounded with a fury that made my hands shake, and the rage coursing through me was like fire, hot and consuming. "Arianna, get the fuck up from the floor!" I barked, my voice harsh, more from anger than anything else. I couldn’t stand it. I grabbed her arms, yanking her to her feet, dragging her along as her small frame felt too fragile under my touch. I could feel the tremor in her body, the weight of her sorrow sinking deep into my own chest.

he thundered, his face contorted with anger, veins bulging on his forehead like swollen rivers. “You’re nobody! You have no importance in my life. Know your place and stay in it! You’re just like any of my workers! Is that clear!?” His words lashed out like a whip, each syllable dripping with disdain and resentment. I sat in stunned silence, watching his outburst unfold before me. Shock coursed through me, quickly giving way to a deep-seated anger that threatened to boil over. I clenched my fists tightly, grinding my teeth together to keep from unleashing the torrent of emotions building inside me.

His breathing was ragged, as if each breath was a burst of flame ready to ignite everything around him. Torin's jaw was locked. There were so many curses and insults he wanted to hurl, but he was so consumed by rage that he couldn't utter a single word. Instead, the veins in his neck bulged, pulsating beneath his skin like snakes trying to break free. Torin stamped his foot. His steps were heavy and wild, leaving a trail of uncontrollable rage. He slammed his fist against the nearest wall, making a long crack as his anger continued to rise. The air around them felt heavy, creating an oppressive aura. Everyone was silent, too afraid to speak or even move a muscle. They were frozen in fear and

“GROWL!!” My furious growl exploded through the office like thunder. A terrifying pressure burst out from my body. The air inside the office suddenly became so heavy that it was hard to breathe. Several people immediately fell to their knees, their faces turning pale. The office became deathly silent. My chest heaved violently as I glared at everyone before me. “Get out…” My voice was low, cold and filled with so much rage. Then I roared so loudly again that the windows shook. “GET OUT, NOW!”