Kickstarter Blood Rage Novels & Stories

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.

Craig yells at Ryker. “She's my property, and I'm allowed to do whatever I want with my property, on my property.” Craig says, spitting blood on the floor. Ryker’s blood begins to boil. His normally bright green eyes are now nearly crimson black. I’m familiar with this look from when I was a kid. Anyone that would bully me, would have my brother seeing red. That is exactly what is happening right now. The only thing Ryker can see is a predator that is attacking his baby sister. If looks could kill, Craig would be ten feet under by now.

"I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.

The knife flashes across my face, he grabs a chunk of my hair, baring my neck. “Let me go!” I scream with tears raining from my eyes.

Over and over, like we’re both testing to see who’ll give up first. Every time I walk into his room and see those curtains closed again, every time I look at him sitting there in that wheelchair refusing to even look at me, I’m reminded why I’m here. Not just for my mom’s surgery. Not just for the money. But because my brother put him in that chair. Because Lily Petrova was fourteen years old and she died screaming in a car her brother was driving, and Kai’s legs were crushed and his entire life was destroyed and it’s my fault.

He descended upon the Blood-born like a falling mountain. His massive, calloused hands slammed into the creature's neck. With a strength born of pure, desperate madness, Riheirk tore the massive Blood-born away from Solar, lifting the two-hundred-pound monster entirely into the air before slamming it violently into the granite rock face. The rock shattered. The Blood-born let out a horrific screech, but Riheirk was already past the point of reason. His deep blue eyes had bled into a terrifying, consuming obsidian, his vampire fangs fully extended, gleaming with a deadly, predatory light. He pinned the creature down, his large hands ripping into its throat, tearing flesh from bone with his ba

He whips around to attack me again, but I just kick the knife out of his hand, shoving him as hard as I can on the chest until he flies to the opposite side of the wall. The concrete cracks as he falls over. And before he can get up again, I lunge towards him, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him over and over on the concrete until I can see blood splattering against the wall. He tries to scratch me, but I grab his other arm, snapping it off his body as though he's made of wood. More blood spurts out of the stump that used to be his arm. Only his blood is not red. It's black, like the Rogues' blood.

No one calls me Rage. "No one calls me rage except dad, no fucking one. You. Have. No. Fucking. Right. To. Call. Me. Rage." I explained and reached into my pocket, brought out my pocket knife and drew a long scar on her face as she screamed out loud in the sweetness of pain. I heard the door slammed open and I was pulled off her immediately. I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up.

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