Omni-man Rage Novels & Stories

"LOVE, I'M SORRY!!' "I swear Ronan," Zannicus growled, his face red, "Once I catch you, I'll BITE YOUR ARMS AND DICK OFF AND YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO 'ENJOY' THE NEXT TIME- OR FOR ETERNITY- WE TANGO!!!" For the rest of the afternoon was spent watching their squealing Alpha run from his Omega who was carrying a large, empty but still VERY heavy pot that'll no doubt have the possibility of causing a concussion to the unfortunate victim - which is Ronan.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

We heard a loud voice filled with disgust and we turned around, shocked to see the gamma walking towards us. The middle-aged man stopped in front of us, using his eyes to access us as he glared at me. “Aren’t you the rejected omega? What business does omegas have with battlefields, especially a lady like you.” His tone was condescending and I fisted my hands, trying very hard to control my anger. My muscles were tense, I felt my face twist into a snarl, while my skin burned with fury. “What do you mean?”

Titan threatens and even growls as if ready to attack. He can’t really attack Omario because they are one despite him thinking otherwise sometimes, and he can’t attack Nina without injuring me. What is clear though is that the animosity can make our relationship impossible. “Abi was wrong, you idiot! You can’t just defend her and threaten us. Besides, I am the inferno here,” Nina is now pissed. Things are getting out of control while Omario is just smiling at me. He is making his point without breaking a sweat.

She packed up all her things and left while I was gone. I don't know what to do. I no longer have her, I don't have him either! Fuck that little Omega! I feel the anger and rage in me again as I think of that little fucker! I want to rip his stupid little head off and jam my fingers in those bright glowing eyes. I scream at the top of my lungs as I crumpled the piece of paper again. My body leaning forward between my legs as I scream at the top of my lungs. I lean forward onto my knees and slam my fist into the floor over and over again.

“You are the Black Dragon indeed.” “So what if I am? I will break every one of your limbs.” Monkey God Hanuman landed on Mane’s left arm, snapping it in half like it was a twig. Mane grunted in pain from the torture, but he would not scream out loud. What was building within him through all that pain wasn’t misery, but rage. It was rage born from being too helpless to stand up and fight. It was rage from being so full of himself that he had underestimated everyone around him. If only he had come here with Alucard or Dracula, he wouldn’t be in this position. And with every bone that the Monkey God broke, that fury grew. Hildegarde watched the sinister smile that had formed on Mane’s face. A c

he spoke, and I was gradually getting tired of his tricks. “So you’re not only a midget but also a prototype?” I spoke, pointing at him. “Asking for help, yet insulting my man!” I didn’t have to turn before I could sense Rage’s presence all around me. “I’m sorry, but did you just say your man?” I asked, turning around to face Rage. He wore a red and white biker jacket, his back strapped by arrows and his hair messy—let’s not get into the sweat that smelled weird mildly by.

It’s only a matter of time before he breaks completely, before he’s begging for it. But then, just as quickly as he gave in, he snaps out of it, shaking his head and stumbling back, pushing me away. “Get away from me,” he spits, his voice hoarse. I smirk. “What’s the matter? I thought you weren’t like the other Omegas.” He glares at me, his breathing ragged, and I can see the panic in his eyes as he fights to regain control. “I’m not,” he snaps, but his voice wavers.

" I stood there, glaring at him, my fists clenched, my jaw tight, my entire body vibrating with a rage so pure and so absolute that I thought I might explode. "This is not over, Dominic," I said, my voice low. "I promise you." I turned and stomped out of his office, slamming the door behind me so hard that the glass panels rattled in their frames. I was filled with so much rage as I left that building, so much helpless fury, that I could barely see straight. I got into my car and sat there, my hands gripping the steering wheel, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts, and I thought about what to do.

I wad working furiously on my laptop in my office cabin, when I received a video, first I ignored it but after sometimes it ping again. I was so furious that without taking anu notice about the name I opened the video in my W******p and my anger knew no limit. After that my already sour mood turn into bitter one. Here I am sexually frustrated and there she was enjoying being in some male embrace. I am not jealous, but I was burning with rage because she is my obsession my possession, she can’t be with someone else. The guard told me that she slipped due to which her ankle twist and she was not able to walk properly, that’s why that boy helped her.