Incredible Hulk Rage Cage Novels & Stories

“I did not think of that until you have mentioned it just now. Come to think of it, are they saving us for their dinner?” “Again Zeke, you’re not helping out.” “You’re the one that’s giving me ideas.” The Wolf guard outside steps aside. A bigger wolf, bigger than any of the wolves around them appeared, opens the door, and walked inside their cage, it’s huge, probably standing more or less 8 feet high, its limbs have more muscles, and its snout longer. It snarls showing all its teeth, drools dripping down its jaw. “You are friends of the Pogromcas?”

But my eyes were immediately drawn to the massive cage at the center of the room. Inside the cage, chained and trapped in a primal state of desperation, was the Alpha King. His massive, muscular form was twisted into the visage of a monstrous wolf, his beautiful black fur now matted with dirt and filth and several cuts that still had blood seeping out of it. He thrashed relentlessly, his powerful frame straining against his restraints as he let out anguished howls that pierced the heart. His eyes, once filled with power and authority, were wild and crazed and they caused my heart to shrivel up.

Haider's fury erupted like a tempest within him, an inferno of anger and frustration threatening to consume everything in its path. It surged through his veins like molten lava, fueling a rage that burned with an intensity unmatched by any force in the world. His vision blurred with a red haze as his grip on reality slipped, replaced by a seething wrath that knew no bounds. The walls of the Blue Ocean Arena seemed to close in on him, as if mocking his powerlessness in the face of the injustice that had befallen him.

In the back, an octagon cage and a few weight machines. I’m stunned. It’s a training room. And then I see him. Cael. In the open space at the center. He’s shirtless, every muscle alive, carved into the body of an athlete — fighting the club’s bartender. The blows are brutal, almost cruel, and for a second I think about stepping in. God, he’s going to kill the guy… Suddenly Cael grips the man by the throat and slams him into the wall so hard the plaster cracks and crumbles, exposing the brick beneath. The sound ricochets through the room, forcing me back a step.

Cage wrestling the disabled General, the children holding a pistol, and Ice collapsed on the floor—moved with decisive military precision. He grabbed the nearest heavy object, a bust of some naval hero, and hurled it at Vicky. It struck her squarely in the chest, knocking the wind out of her and sending her sprawling against the marble desk. "You lose, Vicky," Frank said, placing the barrel of his rifle against her temple. Mr. Cage, seeing the fight draining from the General, delivered one final, brutal blow, knocking Hardy unconscious. He slumped in his chair, defeated. Mr. Cage turned, his eyes searching the room. He saw Nia, the children, Frank, and Marcus. He saw the collapsed Ice, and t

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 rabid wolves are free.

I thundered, “Is that understood?” “Y…yes sir.” They all muttered. “Now, get out!” I spat, my voice dripping with anger, they scrambled around picking up their stuff, until there were none in the room. My breath came out heavy, my fury burning just beneath my skin. I turned back to the screen and walked closer. The footage was paused at a frame that made my jaw clench. Cassandra. She stayed in the center of the cage, her hair a fine mess, skin flushed, her chest rising and falling.

The ballot of everyones choice were predictable but they kept their muzzles shut. "LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE" the student council announcer, Roman shouted from the 'Cage'. The 'Cage was designed fo rpunishment for disobedient wolves or ferals that had gone mad, it was usesd to scare young cubs to not be naughty. The dangerous part of it was located in a secret entrance at the backstage of the arena. It was underground. the dept of it was vast but the structure was able to hold the university's students that were the viewers of the fight. "ARE YOU READY!!!" He said once more in a louder voice that excited the 'Mass' or students

“He’s in the basement—,” Rage’s fists slammed into his face over and over. It didn’t look like he was going to stop. Shots came from downstairs, and my body shook with fear. “Get up,” Rage shouted, kicking him in the ribs. “Get up and fight. You’re the big dog, right? Fight like one. Get up!” He was hysterical, his voice loud and body out of control. The door swung opened, and Hannah whimpered beside me. I wanted to tell her it’d be okay, but I wasn’t sure it would.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r