Kickstarter Blood Rage Novels & Stories

He already heard that the one who has the black blood are more powerful than any other vampire and he didn’t know what he had done to make her furious like this. “Ah!” Sage let out a sharp pain when the knife cut him deep on his elbow as he was trying to dodge her knife and taking the opportunity, Kyra kick him on the leg, making him fall to the ground with a thud. She pinned him down and brought down the knife to his face but she only managed to graze him slightly there.

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

so much A moment passed as if a chain sword had cut limbs. Blood came out of his hair. Ragnar cut his hair. The spine is clean and light before removing the top of the rest. Meanwhile, he fired the gun. There were too many bodies to miss. The screams and screams of the victims rang in his ears and shook the beast. His rage grew stronger and stronger, fueling his insane members. In the blink of an eye, the nightmen recovered from his attack and ran towards him. They are armed only with raw materials.

Rage's face lit up with a radiant smile as he took my hand in his, his eyes shining with tears of joy. "My Queen, I am immortal, my years are 900 in all," Rage said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are the first one to ever give me a child!" I kissed his lips, and he responded with fervor, devouring me with all the passion he possessed. His hands gently touched my belly, his eyes shining with pride. His older brother, Storm, and younger brother, Rett, and the rest of his men, applauded loudly, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Niklaus joined us, hugging me tight and pulling Rage into the embrace, a rare display of affection from him.

She mentally shook that line of thought away, couldn’t afford to go there, and needed to stop looking at his bare body. She bit her lip, thinking hard about how to get them out of the mess they were in. She needed to be free to leave work after her shift and get the data she’d stolen to her handler. Her gaze flicked to the dead guy once more. He lay there, bloody, on the concrete where she’d left him, the cause of his death obviously the blunt-force trauma from pounding his nose with the kit. She’d experienced pure rage to do so much damage. It could be mistaken for damage from a fist. Her gut twisted.

I called. The figure ran. I walked behind, stomping my feet, and feeling a hot rage in my chest. Not fear. Don't panic. Rage. He burst onto the rooftop. Wind whipped around us. The city was spreading under, and ignorant. The sniper turned. Young. Thin. Eyes wild. "You're done," I said. He raised his weapon. I fired. He went crashing down, the rifle clattering. Trying to crawl he groaned and left a smear of blood.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Perfect. “Get your hands off him!” she yelled, channeling Lia’s Newark accent. One thug turned, swinging a sap. Elena didn’t use her Bureau jiu-jitsu. She fought dirty, as the legend would have it. A kick to the knee, a jab to the throat with her car keys, a wild swing with a heavy ashtray. It was messy, brutal, and effective. The Albanians, paid to lose, retreated with curses. Ricco, breathing heavily, clapped her on the back. “Where’d you learn that, kid?”

Radar went off that instant. I signalled to Matteo. "Go ahead and empty the casket." One of Rodriguez's men darted his eyes to Rodriguez — this was it. My hands shot to my holster. Rodriguez was slower. Two bullets burst out of my gun, one hitting Rodriguez in the arm, and the other dropping the Bratva man by his side. Matteo and Cesare opened fire, dropping two more men. Romero and Luca held the last man at gunpoint. I walked over to Rodriguez, who was bleeding out on the floor, and pointed my gun at his skull.

I was the monster here and Blake knew that. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Blake replied emotionlessly. His look could kill me right now and I was glad when I stopped looking at him. I slid my hands through my hair in frustration and turned my back on him as I walked over to the other side of the room. I hoped Blake would calm himself down and that he would remember his kids were sleeping right in front of him - but he had Alpha blood and that meant his temper was a thousand times worse than if he were a normal wolf.