Incredible Hulk Rage Cage Novels & Stories

The place was alive with activity. Some men were fighting brutally inside a training cage while others placed bets around it. Several people sat around large tables counting stacks of cash. On another side, men operated multiple computers while screens displayed different security cameras, bank accounts, and maps. The atmosphere was dangerous and tense. Nobody there looked normal. A huge man suddenly approached them. He was over six feet tall with broad shoulders that looked capable of crushing bones. His arms were covered in tattoos, and a deep scar ran across his bald head down to his jaw. Even his black shirt could barely contain his muscular body. His sharp eyes moved slowly over Ethan’s

A second chair emerged from the floor. This one was higher. Taller. A narrow slit ran up the seat. Cole stripped without ceremony. No teasing. His body was tight. Ripped. Unapologetic. He sat in the chair and positioned his cock into the slit. A clamp lowered, locking his shaft in place. Reyna’s eyes widened. He didn’t flinch. “This is the second product. The Shock Cage.” He turned the screen so she could see it. “Every time your heart rate spikes, I get shocked.”

Rage’s voice roared from the hallway. He burst into the kitchen, his gun drawn, his face a mask of pure terror. He saw her standing by the tablet, the flickering image of his mother still burned into the screen. "Don't touch the server!" he yelled, but it was too late. The floor beneath them groaned. The villa wasn't just built into the cliff; it was anchored by a series of hydraulic pilings. And those pilings were now beginning to retract. "Marcus! Report!" Rage barked into his comms.

The mind link snapped shut. Furious at being scolded by Damien, Sophia turned on me. She pulled out a pure silver dagger and walked toward the cage.

It is dark, and it smells as we go down the stairs. The young wolf turns on a small light. It barely illuminates the basement. He takes my handcuffs off and pushes me into a large metal cage. There is a small mat to sleep on, a sink, and a toilet. Alpha Raymond has done this before. The mat is bloody and smells, but I have no choice but to lay on it. "Get comfortable, little wolf. You will never see the light of day again," The young wolf says as he leaves me alone in the cage.

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

So much work! Then entered a few people carrying three big cages and I can see a monstrous human inside it. Gosh! They look like giants. They were shouting in rage from the cage. I have never seen any human looking this big. They got out of the cage and they all had collars on them. Looks like all three mafias have got their worst-looking beasts and the one that the Russians brought was just inhuman. Even his teeth and nails and everything looked like a killer.

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

Impossible! At this time, in the room, Fennel approached the remaining disciple. With a face full of anger, a tall disciple roared, “F*ck, I’m going to crush you!” After saying that, that guy's figure suddenly swelled and became bigger, just like the Hulk. His head reached the ceiling of this secret room. His body was full of bulging muscles like blocks of hard rocks! A stone giant! “Go to hell, you stupid pig!”

His gray skin was slick with sweat, and the black veins pulsed like warning lights. "He is a masterpiece," Kova said, exhaling smoke. "The Old Man really outdid himself. A wolf without a conscience." "He has a conscience," I said, clutching the collar of my own coat. "It's just buried." "Buried things rot," Kova said. The chopper touched down. The doors slid open. The noise hit us instantly. It wasn't the wind. It was the roar of a crowd. We were in a massive underground hangar that had been converted into an arena. In the center was a cage made of electrified steel mesh. Around it, hundreds of people screamed—mercenaries, criminals, gamblers. They were betting on blood.