Primal Rage Movie Novels & Stories

Blood splashed on my face and he gagged, trying to grab my neck but I gripped him instead to the ground. My rage was channeled into an endless source of energy or maybe it was an adrenaline rush. He either hurt me or I hurt him, there was no two ways about it. I pulled the scissors from his neck and without even thinking about it, I began stabbing the sharp material into his body, specifically his chest. My heart pounded against my chest, being overtaken by uncontrolled rage. He tried to stop me with his hand but was cut mercilessly when he tried to. "Fvck you...! " I roared, with tears in my eyes now.

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, Blaze, 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.

Rage ignited within me, a fierce fire that burned away any trace of fear. Without hesitation, I launched myself into the fray. My fists flew, my body moving with a precision that was second nature to me. The element of surprise worked in my favor as I took down one wolf after another, my movements fueled by the need to protect the woman I loved. Aline's eyes met mine, and I saw a mixture of relief and determination in them. She struggled against her restraints, a testament to her strength even in the face of danger. I fought harder, fueled by a surge of power that seemed to course through my veins.

The amber liquid caught the firelight, looking like molten gold. "You look better," he said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hum in the very marrow of my bones. "The color is returning to your cheeks. Rage is a far more effective medicine than anything my doctors can prescribe." "Rage is all I have left to breathe," I rasped, struggling to prop myself up. The stitches in my side pulled, a sharp reminder of the laundry room floor, but I didn't wince. I wouldn't show weakness to a man like Silas.

When I reached my apartment building, I saw people waiting outside. A middle‑aged couple… and a crying young woman. Vincent Yue: Godfather of the Yue family. Isabel Yue: The Godmother. And Sophia Young: the fake princess. As soon as I stepped off the elevator, Vincent and Isabel rushed toward me, eyes red. “Mia!” “Daughter, we finally found you!” Isabel grabbed my hands, voice shaking. “We’re so sorry. We’re your real parents. We’ve come to take you home.”

“You’ll like this too, baby.” Rage, pure and undiluted, ripped through the haze in my brain. My hand shot out, fueled by a primal fury. The crack resonated through the loud music, a sharp, undeniable sound of impact. My palm stung, but a fierce satisfaction bloomed in my chest. He stumbled back, his hand flying to his cheek, his eyes wide with shock and then pure menace. “You bitch!” he roared, his face contorted in a mask of anger. He lunged forward, his hand raised.

For the first time in this whole time, he looked at Aiden. “I always thought you must have lived a happy life, enjoying all the luxuries, i was envious and angry. I wanted to make you pay for it. My rage was killing me for not hurting you and every time I wanted to be more ruthless. I’m so sorry Aiden, I didn’t know you have suffered more than I did. And all I did was adding the fuel to the fire.” He cupped Aiden’s face who was quiet and crying along with him.

Yanked him away from me with casual violence. "Don't. Touch. My. Wife." The words came out cold. Lethal. Every syllable, a threat. The club went silent. Music still pounded, but conversation died. Everyone watching the Mafia Prince lose his composure over a harmless lap dance. The stripper raised his hands. "Hey, man. I was just—" "I don't care what you were just." Kayden's grip tightened. "You put your hands on her. That means you don't get to keep them."

“You don’t belong here!” Something primal surged inside me. Not fear. Not despair. Rage. I shoved up, my strength no longer mine alone but the wolf’s, the bond’s. Rylan’s eyes widened as I rolled us, pinning him beneath me. My claws hovered inches from his throat, my vision gone gold, my growl ripping from deep inside me. The crowd howled, frenzied, torn between horror and awe. Rylan spat blood in my face. “Do it. Kill me.”

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in