Kickstarter Blood Rage Novels & Stories

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine. I quickly composed myself as I witnessed him taking her body in his hands and cradling her like a child. And then he looked back at me. His eyes were a whirlwind of rage, fury, pain. He looked like a monster. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" He bellowed. Me? "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" He cried out as tears began to stream down his face. He was wailing like a child as he begged to her to wake up. "Maddy-" He gasped, his voice heavy with raw emotions and tears, "M-Maddy, wake up, ma moitie-"

*BOOM* “ROAR” Muscles screamed in pain as his testicles were blown off, causing Razor who was still keeping his arm in place to grimace in fear. *I have never seen anyone deal with a Rage Daemon in such a manner* Even Red shuddered at Kylie’s method. “Shut Up!” Kylie replied in embarrassment, but this was war. She would do anything to win! “Philip!” Kylie screamed, but even if she hadn’t, the young Beastman would have done his job. Using the Rage Daemon’s incarcerated arm as a platform, he jumped onto Muscles’ head and tossed the grenade into the large hole at the root of its neck. Jack had pulled out his spear at the right time, and jumped off, causing the grenade to fall smoothly.

"Alexander—" "I said stop." His voice was firm, brooking no argument. He turned to Ragnar. "I agree to your terms. A cup of my blood in exchange for the Moonroot and whatever else is needed to save her mother." Ragnar nodded. "Then we have a deal. My pack will prepare the root. You will provide the blood. When both are ready, you will leave this place and never return." "Alexander." I grabbed his arm, pulling him toward me. "You cannot do this. You are already weak from the silver. You have not fed properly in days. If you lose too much blood—"

"I will strip you of EVERYTHING! I will make you bleed, I will make you crawl, and I swear on Sky’s grave… I will make you beg for death before I grant it!" The rage didn’t just burn in him—it consumed him.

The person gets out of the car slamming the door and immediately rushes to walk towards him in rage of anger. “You’re have the face to come here, are you trying to make fun of us?!” Blood shouted at his face but he didn’t dare to say any word. “Are you happy now? Satisfied? You already got rid of him, are you happy that you f*cking evil bastard father like you recognize you?! you’re a f*cking bastard! You’re f*cking traitor!” Blood said and gave him a punch on his face that he stumbled on the ground.

I say in a mind link to Alpha King Rian. I know, Euan just linked me. We can’t spare warriors right now Killian. There are too many rogues on this border. He says, his voice strangled with emotion. Titan lets out a whimper as he starts slicing through the rogues that come at him, taking out his frustration and anger on these mangy little fucks. Our pup better be okay after all of this. If not, I will make everyone’s life a living hell until she is healed. You won’t be the only one giving hell, mutt.

“Why don’t you come quietly, sweetheart? We could make you our Luna. No need for a fight. Just come with us, and we can make you one of us.” I had clenched my fists, my breath coming faster. I didn’t have time for this. I didn’t have time for them or their taunts. But it wasn’t fear I had felt. It was rage. I had launched myself at the nearest rogue, kicking him in the chest with everything I had. He had stumbled back, but before he could recover, I was on him again, my claws sinking into his flesh, tearing through his skin. He had yelped, but I hadn’t stopped. I wouldn’t stop.

He’d been so gentle and loving towards me at the hospital, that I’d almost forgotten who he was. But he was Rain Blood! Rogue alpha of the most dangerous and notorious pack of rogues that had ever been – Gods of War! He didn’t show mercy. He didn’t even show emotions. He didn’t even have a heart… So if this was the punishment he saw fit for someone disobeying him, who were I to oppose him? Hell, some might call it karma. He did this because they’d hurt me first. Tortured me and humiliated me. Some might even say he did it for me and I should feel flattered…

Using me as a cover when I myself can't even protect myself from him in this situation. "We will. But first, fuck traffic." Wait, what? "What the hell, Rampage!? Don't you ever dare do what's running in your mind, you bastard! You'll kill civilians!" He turned around and probed me using the RPG he was now holding. "But it's their fault why we lost them!" What kind of reasoning is that!?