Primal Rage Movie Novels & Stories

The lines of his face tightened, muscles coiling beneath his skin, and a primal energy radiated from him – a force to be reckoned with. The world around me blurred, a chaotic symphony of dissonance as Kirill, succumbed to the depths of his own rage. His fists swung with unbridled fury, a manifestation of emotions long confined, each blow connecting with Niall and his friends like a force of nature. The impact of each punch echoed through the air, reverberating with the resonance of his wrath.

Rage boiled within me as I stormed into Oracle Sage's room, my heart pounding with fury and desperation. How could she, with all her supposed foresight, not have foreseen something as catastrophic as Mathew'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 towards Sage, ready to rip her head off her body, she remained eerily calm, her expression unfazed by my accusation. In spite of my rage-fueled advance, she stood her ground, her demeanor unaffected.

A primal rage, hot and brutal, clawed at his control. He moved like a wraith, circling the battered car, his muscles coiled springs of lethal potential. The sight of her exposed skin, her vulnerability laid bare in the harsh light of the approaching motorcycle, ignited a furious inferno within him. He slammed his fist into the car hood, the metallic clang a tiny explosion in the oppressive silence. "Damn it," he snarled, the word a guttural rasp. His claws extended, wickedly sharp, the crimson glow in his eyes reflecting the malevolent intent of the approaching men.

Rage boiled in me, and my face burned with anger, but rage zealous and primal shone from my eyes. I smashed the safe box with even greater strength, my arms raised high and then crashing down hard on the metal surface. The impact rang through me, sending shockwaves through my body. The safe box shook and groaned as its metal skin buckled and warped under the weight of the blow, which still did not yield. The fury within me was a living, breathing entity, a rabid beast that had been unleashed and gone berserk. I found myself no longer in control of my actions; my emotions drove me, a desire for the truth and justice.

A picture of my cousin lying in bed as she fights for her life with no guarantee of her being able to walk again flashes before me, and I lose it when she checks her nails before responding. "I plead the fifth, detective." I feel something dangerous claw its way up my chest. Something old. Something violent. The kind of rage I haven’t unleashed in years not since the days I earned the reputation that made grown men piss themselves at my name. Rage fills my head as I watch her lick her lips, chewing her gum like this is some casual fucking interview. I don’t even realize I’ve moved until Ryan grips my arm. “Boss.” “Turn off the cameras,” I command.

He hadn’t been good enough five years earlier, and now they weren’t good enough for him. Jake had money now. He had freedom. But no amount of money could buy back who he was before prison. That man was dead. Jake Savage walked into that prison, but Wrath had walked out. The name he’d earned through blood, violence, and murder. Prison had turned him into a hardened criminal, one that didn’t blink at the thought of taking a man’s life. He was a man forged in flames, forged in blood and violence. Wrath had been born out of necessity, a will to survive, and with a debt that needed to be paid.

I continue to rain down blows upon him, fueled by a primal urge to make him suffer as he made me suffer. Suddenly, Silver bursts into the room, her eyes wide with shock and concern. Silver rushes forward, her arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to intervene, but my rage-fueled onslaught continues unabated. In a split-second decision, filled with a primal instinct to protect myself, I lash out, my fist connecting with Silver's jaw with a sickening thud. Normally, this should have made me stop, but I'm too far gone, consumed by the rage I'm feeling.

I want them to pay for what they did to my wife. "Three are dead. Only the leader is left alive." Then she slipped out of the hug. "Who is he?" I ask. I want to know that idiot is. It's a sin against God, but I want that animal's life to end in my hands. I can if I will. I will make him suffer like hell in my hands until he himself ends his life. "His name is Kranky. But he's not the one you should face. It's the person who ordered him." Hatred and angry are in her eyes while saying that asshole's name.

~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.

Disseus knew. Somehow…They were choosing to save themselves. Even after all the cruelty they’d known amongst the fey. Nierwae emanated ugly energy even as he breathed. His rage was truly something to be reckoned with. “No!” He growled in a sound that was more like a rockfall than an actual word. “I liberated you! I set you free. I gave you mates. I brought you from the world where you were hated. I treated you as my own!”