Kickstarter Blood Rage Novels & Stories

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—"

This was a battle without any exotic armor, so it was not following the usual route of wearing down your opponent’s armor’s durability first. This battle was a battle of skill, a battle where the disparity between high-grade warriors was more exposed and defined. Any slight mistake could cost your life. The Bloody Fighter was not prepared to go down so easily, as he finally started executing his divine battle art, The Blood Rage. This divine battle art, as its name implied was derived from knowledge gotten after a lengthy examination of an exobeast’s rage awakening. It followed a precise set of principles, and it could significantly increase brute strength when executed.

he said. “And the two dead strippers?” Jake asked him. “Revenge killings for our dead guys,” he said. “Thanks,” Jake said, and pulled the trigger again. The bullet entered the man’s skull and knocked him backwards against the wall with a spray of blood as he slid down to the floor. Jake dragged his hand through his hair. Fuck. They were after Jamie. Jake pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Bandit’s number. “Wrath! Are you joining us for a party?”

I couldn't take anymore, those vampires were tearing off his skin and kicking on his face. I kicked the door and stepped out, my blood pounded crazily in my veins as I growled angrily. Fangs pierced out of my jaws, nails grew out into claws. " I may not be a good fighter, but I have had basic training with Blood Moon Pack's warriors," I chuckled before launching a powerful kick at those men who were harassing Karlo.

Rage clouded my vision. They were going to pay for this…

And he was now known as Breaker. There was a small earring on Breaker’s ear. And soon it shone brilliantly, prompting a small smile on Breaker’s face. He looked at Lina and Rage who were now staring at him and said, “We are getting closer.” “Good,” Rage smiled broadly. “I have been thirsting for some blood,” Rage licked his lips greedily and said. The lust that had built up in him was frustrating, for there was nothing he could release it on. But he could convert that frustration to bloodlust.