Kickstarter Blood Rage Novelas e Histórias

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Seeing this man, both mine and Amirah's rage escalate to unimaginable heights. Without prior warning, I lurch forward and bite off the head of the closest person to me. Blood spurts out, further triggering my bloodthirsty desires. At this time, all I see is rage. A raw, crimson rage that is all consuming and all devastating. I plow into the group of different supernatural beings of all shapes and sizes. Leaving behind me just blood and gore.

Anger surged within me, fuelling my furious response to her sacrifice. I turned to Cole, my heart pounding in my chest, the rage pulsating through my veins like a wildfire. With each step I took towards him, the air crackled with tension, and the scent of adrenaline filled the room. My claws extended, gleaming in the light, as I let out a primal roar that echoed all around I ripped his head from his body. “NOOOOOOO!” The sound of Sage’s piercing scream pierced the air, drowning in the chaos that ensued as the warriors snatched her away. But I paid no mind to her cries. In that moment, all I cared about was uncovering their sinister plans. Determination fuelled my every move as I vowed to ext

That stupid little wave he gave me at the gallery, like I was someone worth smiling at. I hated how much space he was taking up in my head. I rolled off the couch at four-thirty, showered cold, dressed in black—jeans, thermal, leather jacket—and texted Alex before the sun was even thinking about rising. Need background. French kid. NYU. Ethan Moreau. First name’s enough. His reply came in under ninety seconds. You’re kidding. Do I look like I’m kidding? Three dots. Then: You’re actually doing this.

He never missed. And neither did he this time. The gun was pointed at my head and he was ready to shoot when Camilla kicked him on the shin and screamed harder than she ever had before. My father lost the control on the gun for a second but he still managed to pull the trigger. Pain interrupted in my left leg and blood flooded out of the bullet wound. Camilla kept screaming as I moaned in pain. I pushed the pain away and crawled closer to my father.

Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc

I always thought of myself as a good person, a decent man that will make his mama proud, but tonight I was nothing but, anger flared from my heart like nothing, hatred, despair and rage, all engaged in me, I setted my mother body to the side, and shifted midjump, getting the freak outside my house. We might have been young, but we were strong and both enraged, pietro had given him some blows and I finished the rest, in every chance I could, I digged my Knines in his flesh, tasting the blood, then he started attacking us, we rolled in the fight and we got injured.

It was hard for me to find the right time to hurt him because he was moving fast and it got faster when he saw my blood. When I saw the right time, I immediately kicked him in the stomach and then slapped his face causing him to step back. I took the cloth that was in my shoe and then threw it at him. It hit his left arm. I was surprised when he arrived in front of me. Using his two hands, he scratched me hard causing me to fly. Good thing I crossed my arms to protect myself. I groaned as my back hit a tree. I looked at him while struggling with pain. My eyes widened when he raised one of his hands and something... black smoke came out. Wait... what?! Is that... black magic? Is this a dream!

"The war that goes on for decades is destroying everything for the next generation. Everyone is tired, but nobody can do anything about it. Everyone wants to flee to a quiet place where they can lead a peaceful and happy life without fear of losing anything, but this is almost impossible due to everyone's selfishness. Everyone is selfish and greedy for their happy life while destroying others, but they do not know, this is not how it works. The same thing happened years ago, everyone wanted happiness for their kingdom after destroying others, they were blinded by wealth and power, and what mattered to them was only their protection after endangering the lives of thousands of innocent people.