Incredible Hulk Rage Cage Novels & Stories

Russian's POV A man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.

"If you are playing me I will destroy you." "I am not " Alex said fiercely. He moved closer. ". Keep accusing me and I might start wishing I was the one selling you out." Rowan grabbed Alexs arm pulling him against the desk. Their bodies pressed together. Alex could feel the line of muscle beneath the suit. "You have no idea what you are walking into " Rowan said, voice rough. "This company is not business. It is a cage.. I am both prisoner and warden." The confession slipped out small but real. Alex caught the flash of something haunted in Rowans eyes.

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.

Rick howled and snarled as he did his best to break free of the cage seeing all too well that his mate was in danger. The distress and Casey's screams seemed to be all that he needed in the way of a push as he broke free of the bars with enough force to snap them at the gates' rusted points and dashed toward the brown brute. He blocked Casey with his body and took the brunt of the brute's blows before driving it off in a huff.

"Oh, it's not simple at all. The cage is two hundred meters underwater, where the pressure is immense. One could die if their body could not take the pressure. Also, the cable is two meters wide. It would take someone with super strength to plug it into the cage. Most importantly, there are very strong electric currents in the water surrounding the ocean beast. If a diver were to go near the cage, their diving suit would be zapped to shreds from the currents. Factoring all of this, we thought that you would be the most suitable candidate for the job, Mister Penn." "Alright. I'll give it a try, then." Paul handed a remote to Wilbur. "Take this with you, Mister Penn. Press the button if you ru

the man said. " You don't wanna mess with me too" Zion growled out. "We are not here to fight you, just hand her over to us " " What if I don't?" Zion taunted They blared their fangs out. " Don't disobey the alpha. We won't hesitate to tear you to pieces" " Let me see you try then," Zion said then he yelled " NOW!" Then suddenly he fell us on the ground just then we heard stake being shot from nowhere. The rogues fell to the floor as the stake passed through their chest. Zion was on top of me and I was shaken up with fear.

"Enhanced physical capabilities, aggressive behavioral patterns, and complete resistance to standard containment methods." The camera angle shifted, and my heart stopped. They wheeled out a reinforced cage that looked like something designed for dangerous animals. Inside, was Axel who paced with jerky, unnatural movements. His eyes were glowing yellow - not the warm gold of his wolf, but something very wild and void of intelligence. Spittle dripped from his mouth as he snarled at the cameras, his movements purely crazed. Zara made a sound like she'd been punched. "Oh god, what did they do to him?"

Reckless. And right now, Rage Cage had me exactly where it wanted me.

Hundreds of men and women packed the smoky arena, waving pound notes and screaming for blood. "He's a monster, Mathew!" Louis shouted over the din, frantically taping my left wrist as we neared the rusted chain-link cage. "He goes by 'The Anvil.' Broke a guy's jaw on the mainland last week. Keep your distance, use your speed!" I didn't answer. I just stared straight ahead at the giant silhouette waiting in the center of the ring. The guy was easily six-foot-five, a wall of pure, dark muscle covered in scars. He looked like he ate concrete for breakfast.

Feel free to check the gallery, I am sure you will find some pictures that will interest you. His voice drips with sarcasm as I scroll through the photos, and my worst nightmare is confirmed. The photograph is of my beautiful little tigress, her pretty pygamas are dirty and torn, she has bruises on her glorious long legs and arms, and her incredible jade eyes are so dark they are almost black with fear. Her white blonde hair hangs in limp bangs, matted and as dirty as her pjs, and she is locked in a fucking cage. Rage burns in my chest, and I can't stop myself from lashing out with my Glock, connecting with the side of Pavel's head, sending him crashing to the floor. I reach down and grab hi