Incredible Hulk Rage Cage Novels & Stories

The thing I couldn’t stop thinking about. Emery behind the cage-room bar with blue neon hitting her skin while drunk fighters and bikers watched her move between tables. “I’ll handle it.” I set the bottle down harder than necessary. Maddox studied me for a beat too long. “That’s what worries me.” A roar exploded behind us as the next fighters entered the cage. One of them belonged to Cagers: young, fast. Too cocky for his own good. The other wore another club’s cut, bruises yellowing along his ribs.

“Yes, I can do that.” I stood and looked around for my first real look at the place. When I’d entered, all my wolf focused on was our mate. As I looked around, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. We’d taken down other Raglan facilities, but none had been as large as this one. Cages were stacked four and five high. Rows of them, and nearly every single one was housing a shifter. Some were in human form, others in their fur. I fought the urge not to throw up.

I’m amazed when a giant structure rises, containing all the separate cages that hold the wolves, each with a trap door. “GOOD LUCK AGAINST THESE GUYS, FUCKERS. ALPHA DEREK SENDS HIS REGARDS,” a man screams. He hits what I assume is a button on a panel and then he and the guards begin to run to the hideout. A high-pitched beep-beep-beep begins to sound, and the panel is flashing red, as the hatches to the cages begin to rise. There will be no killing them one by one while they remain within their cages now.

The holding pen was worse than the night before. There were fifty men crammed into the rusted iron cages. The air was incredibly hot, reeking of ozone, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood. The Red Rust was surging. Several men were thrashing against the bars of their cells, their eyes completely dilated, their mouths foaming with a terrifying, mindless aggression. Marcus walked down the center aisle, his heavy boots echoing on the grated floor. The conscious men looked at him. They remembered him from last night. They remembered the giant who hadn't thrown a single punch, yet had completely broken Participant 42.

I asked as we approached the pack borders, staring at the guards standing at the borders. “You can call me Cage,” these words escaped his lips as he was panting furiously. “Why would your parents decide to call you Cage?” “Cause I’ve caught many people that tried to take the Alpha’s life and made sure they were killed in my cage and that cage is like an underground room in my house” he divulged wearing a smile on his face as I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Who’s she?” “Alpha’s orders” He divulged, as the Alpha and his other men approached the borders.

My vision finally clears, and what I see makes my breath catch. We're in some kind of massive underground space. Maybe it used to be a basement or a bunker, but someone's turned it into something straight out of a nightmare. There's this huge cage in the center—at least twenty feet across—with chain-link fencing going all the way up to the ceiling. Stadium seats rise up around it in tiers, empty right now, but obviously meant for an audience. And along the walls, in smaller cages with the same chain-link fencing, there are wolves. Mostly female. All of them watching us with faces covered in bruises and eyes that look... empty. Like they've been beaten down so many times they don't even remem

The saber hit the cage and a loud mechanical screech boomed in the hall. ~CLANK Unfortunately, Despite Creed using so much force, the cage did not break. The horrifying sound of metal made Little Gobbler tremble inside. Creed's eyes widened from the shock when he saw that only a scratch appeared on the cage. His entire hand went numb from the recoil impact he received. 'The fuck!' Creed murmured with agitation. Dollar Twenty replied with a mocking smirk, "Don't even bother… That cage is not something you can break that easily… That alloy is the same as the one holding this giant structure."

"What the hell are you talking about? Get your foot off me before I kill you." "Let's set some rules. If you behave for five days, I'll install a light bulb in this room. Hmm... And if you behave for a month, I'll take off the shackle." "Fuck off." "You're not as obedient as I thought. You won't listen even if I tell you once." Then there's no choice. He slapped my cheek hard—the same cheek that was already swollen from earlier. The pain was so intense that my brain felt like it was shaking.

"He knew you would come for me. That’s the third act. The 'Hero’s Sacrifice'." "I am no hero, Zara!" I slammed the butt of my rifle against the glass, but it didn't even chip. It was ballistic-grade polycarbonate. "I am the man who is taking you home! Now move to the corner! The anchors are stronger there!" Beyond the glass, the primary server rack began to emit a low, pulsing hum. A countdown appeared on every screen in the room: 00:15... 00:14... I looked at the glass, then at the rifle in my hand. I didn't have enough C4 left to breach the bulkhead without killing her in the overpressure. I looked around the hall, my eyes landing on a high-pressure fire suppression canister bolted to the

He honestly thought that my body, my feelings, and my entire existence completely belonged to him and were fully under his absolute control and ownership. I was deep in my thoughts when suddenly the heavy door was pushed open violently and roughly hitting the wall loudly, announcing his arrival and his furious mood clearly and unmistakably. I didn't turn around or stand up immediately. I remained seated calmly and quietly, looking at his reflection clearly visible right behind me inside the large mirror. Lucas stood near the doorway breathing heavily and roughly, his chest rising and falling fast and heavily, his handsome face twisted darkly and dangerously with absolute rage and hostility.