Jealousy Rage Novels & Stories

Rage can be visible in the eyes of that person. He was burning with the jealousy caused by their intimacy that he didn't know when the glass he held broke into pieces and blood started oozing from his palm.

“I have Alpha blood, Amara. I would have my own consorts, right?” Something disgusting crawls inside of me that had me blinking rapidly. It wasn’t quick like something that just passes, it wasn’t a fleeting emotion. It was big, and heavy, and whatever it was made me feel angry. I wasn’t stupid, I knew it was jealousy. Only jealousy would make you feel angry and insecure at the same time. It was one of those things that you couldn’t control but at the same time is one of those things that you can hide for so long until it eats you whole.

It left me clean and shaky and angrier than before. Jealousy is hunger with a smart mouth. It tells me to bite my way back to his attention. It tells me to walk into his war room and put my throat in his hand and remind him I am the promise that bleeds the same. It tells me to get loud. He hates when I get loud when the pack can hear; it makes him a man instead of a myth and he hates being the only man in front of those who need him to be weather.

happy. Content in a way Kieran had never seen before. The sight hit him like a physical blow to the chest. His entire body went rigid, every muscle locking up as if he'd been struck by lightning. An emotion he'd never experienced before surged through him - pure, undiluted rage mixed with something else. Something darker and more possessive. Jealousy. Raw, primal jealousy that burned through his veins like acid. He didn't even have time to analyze where this fury was coming from. His brain seemed to shut down completely, overwhelmed by the intensity of his reaction.

And that thought gnawed at me. What if my true mate had already fallen for someone else, someone who wasn't me? The thought made my stomach twist, the cold, bitter grip of jealousy and rage slowly creeped up my spine. If that were the case, I wasn’t sure my beast could be contained. The rage, the need to possess her would consume me. I could feel it already, lurking beneath the surface, pushing me to madness. I wouldn't hesitate. I would kill the man. No question. She was mine by right. And I would lay claim to her no matter the cost.

A woman who could make him forget every name but her own. The emotion that surged through Jaye was so violent that it stole her breath. It was a white-hot, possessive rage that made her fingers curl into her palms, her nails biting into the soft skin. No one could drive him crazier than she could. No one could draw those sounds from him. He was hers. The realization hit her like a physical blow, and she finally understood. This wasn't about love. It was about the primal, ugly jealousy of a child who refused to share its favorite toy. Tyler’s body, his pleasure, his release, they were her domain and hers alone.

The Goddess whose magic was currently scratching at my insides clapped her hands together and grinned, “I can’t tell you how pleased I was to see that you brought her along. Her jealousy is delicious. So savage—so bloodthirsty!” “Control yourself, little wolf. Nothing happened between us, I swear it.” He pleaded softly. “Don’t you see?” I snarled through gritted teeth. “I. Can’t.” “What is the meaning of this?” Elias’s oceanic eyes darted between the three of us, ignoring Juniper completely. “What trouble have you caused now, Jade?” The joy on her face soured, sharpening the soft curves of her cheeks until they appeared sharp enough to cut. As the hair growing along my arms lifted, I realize

Layla's voice was a shrill scream, her words echoing off the walls. "How dare she own a successful company like that! She has the audacity, the unmitigated gall to launch it on the same day I was set to unveil my new collection!" Her rage was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Layla's eyes flashed with a malevolent intensity, her mind consumed by a bitter jealousy. She couldn't bear the thought of Hazel's triumph, her success a stark reminder of Layla's failures. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls suffocating her, as she struggled to draw breath.

"I'd fuck him if I could," A rage that hit me out of nowhere like a bunch of bricks being hauled at me, swirled within me like a brewing pot of acid. It contaminated my insides and left in me, a burning jealousy and an insane urge to stuff him somewhere and keep him away from their hungry, whorish eyes. I fiddled with my fingers absentmindedly, digging my nails into my wrists, and clamping down my teeth on my lips really hard to prevent myself from trashing the tiny shred of self-control I had left and yelling in their faces to keep their damned mouths shut.

She took in the intimate, rumpled state of the bed behind me. I saw the moment her brain processed it. The frown melted, replaced by a blank, stunned shock. Then, her face contorted. Jealousy, pure and venomous, twisted her beautiful features into something ugly. It wasn’t just anger; it was a raging, possessive fury that seemed to crackle in the air between us. Her lips peeled back from her teeth. A low, vicious growl rumbled from her chest, a sound no human throat could make.