Kickstarter Blood Rage Novels & Stories

This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do. They both started fighting and even if Stephan was quite aged he was strong, he matched Sean's every punch but Sean still had the upper hand maybe it was because the right was on his side. The door on one side opened and a few men came to pull Sean back from their boss. I thought only three of them were there? I had Sean's phone in my hand so I texted Harry and Nick to come as fast as they could.

I was smiling like a maniac killing gives me joy, for weeks now I've never killed anyone and that has not been fare to me. 'I NEED BLOOD ' i had this animalistic looks in my blood raged eyes, my nose haughty like a roaring wild beast. A beast that is ready to kill.... i still need more blood. I thought i could control my blood rage but know i know i cant and my days of withdrawal were in vain. I gritted my teeth against each other. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • I angrily start to pieces all his body with my blade, it's all his fault.

"You’re going to go back to your employer. You’re going to tell him that every cent he has left is now a bounty on his own head. And tell him that the next person he sends... I won't just break their bones. I’ll record their screams and play them at his funeral." Rage tossed the man to Marcus like he was a piece of trash. "Get him out of my sight. And send a message to the Russo Syndicate. The 'Golden Blood' is off-limits. If I see so much as a drone in my airspace, I’ll liquidate their entire Mediterranean holdings by lunch." When Rage returned to the medical suite, the adrenaline was still humming in his veins. He expected to find Sabizina triumphant, perhaps even mocking his slow response

These rogues had become pure fighting machines. Gray and Orathe activated the Dyess family's inherited Gift - Blood Hell. They could control the blood of all enemies in an instant. Gray enjoyed making enemies' blood vessels burst, causing their demise, while Orathe turned the enemies' blood into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing them from the inside out.

Bleed and beg for mercy! A piercing pain flashed through my chest. So deep that Fury almost tripped over his own feet. He kicked her, and we felt it! He fucking kicked her right in the ribs! Something snapped, and even Fury`s vision darkened. There was nothing but instinct, sound, and movement. A roar shook through the trees; rage was all I felt. All he felt, the next thing I knew, fresh blood filled my mouth. Flesh tearing, bones breaking between my jaws. Snarling screams and blood. Blinding rage, blood lust, and the need to kill. It was the only thing on his mind, the only thing on mine! I had felt her pain, her pain! He heard her rib break, the pained scream that left her lips before he

Trees shattered as I burst through them. I didn’t dodge anything. I crashed through everything. I couldn't think. All I knew was she was gone, and they were going to pay. I would tear through every vampire in that place. I would rip them apart. One by one. Piece by piece. I would make them beg. And even with that, I won’t stop, till the world bleeds. *TRIGGER WARNING: Blood and Gore (Because Knox is pissed)* I ripped through their gates like they were paper.

Playing cool appears best to earn the so called present and exit their presence. "We know you. Damien Dark,future alpha over red blood pack and princess Kara so called mate"They chuckle. Appears am pretty popular within black eagles hunter clan. Good gracims am still alive. "She told you about me?" I ask amused. "Nah..,we uncovered it" They fist bump themselves. Pretty cool though. "And you are?" I turn towards the younger. His enraged gaze slightly scares Ryder and I. He'd be pretty powerful as a werewolf. Rage sources our strength and his human rage combined with werewolf rage equals greatness.

“But the Lydo I know won’t think of killing me.” “No Zuka, that Lydo is dead!” Zuka tilted backward on his heel. “Don’t hate me for your death.” Vampire possesses a fit of rage known as ‘vampiric rage’ – that is way beyond ‘wolf rage.’ Vampires’ anger can be triggered in many ways and the result is the destruction of the person that triggered it. No one wants to piss off a vampire. Pissing off a dead vampire is no way to go either.

“Vector! Leave him dammit, or he’ll fucking die.” With a loud grunt of frustration, I lash out and kick his chair, causing it to scrape harshly against the unforgiving concrete floor. He continues to whimper like a pathetic coward, his cries only fueling my anger. Retreating towards the door, I attempt to regain control of my emotions. I desperately need to quell the burning rage coursing through my veins and refocus on the task at hand. It takes every ounce of strength to resist the impulsive urge to grab my gun and put a bullet through his skull.

I couldn’t let that happen. Slowly I cleared the tears off of my eyes. I was my mother’s daughter. I was my father’s soldier. These boys are a piece of cake compared to the wars I’ve won for my ungrateful father. The ardents were my teammates and if there was anything Bloodrage ever taught me. It was to never leave your own behind. My breath suddenly hitched as I watched one of the brothers, the one with a chopped hand zoom from the shadows, his good arm raised in silent rage. A thick blade glinted under the light.