Novel & Cerita Poems On Rage

KAEL Rage isn't the name for the feeling swirling through my insides like the start of a violent storm. No. It isn't. The term feels too mild. Like something of an insult for the beast that's threatening to poke his head out and take over to stop the human from combusting on the spot. Damn this woman! Damn her silver hair! Damn her hazel eyes that glow with fire whenever she goes against me, chest heaving with challenge. Damn Rico for being pulled in by her sweet fragrance—the perfect blend of flower and water. Damn the moon goddess for putting us together.

And it's not just a dozen, there are more, a lot more. "Rage!" I called. Rage looked at the crowd, shocked. But just a moment, he is already beside me, eyes are gold and blazing. "How dare they attack us on this night!" He growled angrily. I know I shouldn't concern myself on their problem because involving myself in other's matters is really out of my character. But when I saw how worried and mad Rage was, how the children cried when their parents were close to being slaughtered in front of them, how the smiles turned into growls and cries, I felt fury.

Anger is a fuel, a fuel to set everything on fire in your life and face the consequences or a fuel to burn down the desire in your mind to burn down everything in your life, you have to choose right even when you're raging… But there are times you close your eyes and just let it all burn, And this when you start to fight for your life for your existence and until then keep your rage at bay. Keep it at bay for the day of fight….Where your rage will be unleashed, wisely!!! I had kept my rage at bay for too long and I know I can't keep it for so long but just one more time, one more time before I do burn it all down… One more.time… To burn it all down

Rage boiled me as I stormed into Oracle Paige’s room, my heart pounding with fury and desperation. How could she, with all her supposed foresight, not have foreseen something as catastrophic as Mike’s disappearance? “I’ll kill you!” I screamed, my voice laced with venom as I lunged towards her, intent on exacting revenge for my son’s vanishing. As I charged toward Paige, ready to rip her head off her body, she remained eerily calm, her expression unfazed by my accusation. Despite my rage-fueled advance, she stood her ground, her demeanor unaffected.

A smile curved up on her face as she got up from the bed and walked out of the room. She stood at the door and mumbled something, inaudibly. Then, she entered the quiet street. She walked slowly on the lonely and quiet road. Her strength has doubled and her anger fumed. Her eyes went deep red with rage and her head switched slightly. She looked around her with spite and spat an angry world. She felt a surge of anger. She was angry at the world and at everyone that lived in it. The street carried its anger as the place got even breezy.

~Rage~ Looking at the woman on the couch, I glared darkly at the sight in front of me. The woman was unconsciously layed down on the floor. She dozed off immediately, lost her consciousness after hitting the tip of the table with her head. Heaving a sigh, I went in the kitchen to have some glass of water and get back immediately, I felt drained before upon handling this woman. “Who is this hot babe, Rage? Why she's with you?” Andrew asked when I came back. Finally he spoke after being silent when he picked us in the club.

Poison! Rage started to burn in my chest as my eyes turned liquid gold, my power surfacing as I felt it surge all over me, spreading like wildfire all over my body. I curled my hands into fists as I glared at Olivia, baring my razor teeth at her. All I wanted was to end her! She and her father, who was a huge threat to all of us! To all the people who lived on this continent!

I'm kicking the water with my bare feet on the beach as he gives me lectures on how to shift. “ I can't do it,” the wind blows strongly and I hold my hat over my head with one hand between my legs to keep my floral white beech gown from exposing my underwear. “ Stop saying you can't,” he places his hands on his waist just above his grey shorts. “ She'll swallow me whole,” I snorted just imagining the kind of hate I felt the other day. “ Rage is the first step of transforming but you can't always rely on that-” “ I don't want to rely on that at all.”

I stormed into my room, my steps heavy and unforgiving, each footfall a thunderous declaration of the fury coursing through my veins. The rage inside me burned like wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path, reducing my carefully constructed control to ashes. My heart hammered against my ribcage, the sound deafening in my ears.

Amy surges forward, and this time I do not hold her back at first. The ground answers before I even touch it. Roots tear through the soil like they have been waiting for permission. Stone cracks under pressure that builds from nowhere. The air itself feels like it tightens, like something unseen just clenched its fist. I feel it all. Every inch. Every movement. Every life around me like threads I can grab if I just reach far enough. Rage does not feel loud. It feels clear. Sharp. Simple. Destroy them. End it. End all of it before anything else is taken from me.