Primal Rage Movie Novels & Stories

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Solo. My body hurts. My head stumbles. Lucas is in where? One hears a door creaking open. I sit quickly. It's him. Lucas here. His face is damaged, blood splattered over his temple. But his eyes, wild as they are, Very desperate. ravenous. Furious. He comes to me in a storm. down to his knees. Grasp my face between his hands. "Are you hurt?" He speaks in a raw manner. I give a shake of my head. "I—":

“Only one getting hurt is you, sweetheart.” They start walking toward me. “Okay,” I say, setting my bag down. “Have it your way.” Ugly Guy #1 grabs my arm. Big mistake. I twist, drop him to the ground, and snap his arm with a clean crack. He screams. Ugly Guy #2 rushes me. I use his momentum against him, flipping him hard and breaking his leg in the process. The other two hesitate—finally noticing I’ve snagged a gun from Douchebag #2’s waistband. I fire once, hitting Ugly Guy #3 in the arm.

“She’s an entirely different person once she sets her mind into it. Every punch and every move was meant to cause some damage. And although she lacks the foresight, she makes up for it by being adaptable. I can’t predict her moves especially when she doesn’t think about it. It just suddenly appears out of nowhere and it always catches me off guard.” “She’s a natural.” I say. “She’s got so much potential it’s scary. Now that I think about it, what happened to Ugetsu was a clean kill. It was life or death for the both of them.” It wasn’t just adrenaline rush, something inside her has awaken at that moment. Like a beast that suddenly tore through her skin. And Hope knew it. Her father knew abou

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Delicate features that would have been perfect if not for the purple bruise marring her left cheekbone and the split in her full lower lip. Rage hit me like a physical blow. Someone had hurt her. Someone had put their hands on this tiny, fragile woman and deliberately caused her pain. The protective instinct that roared to life was primal, overwhelming, unlike anything I'd felt before. I watched Alex's reaction—saw the same rage flash across his face before he locked it down. We'd both learned control in the military, learned how to keep our emotions in check even when everything in us wanted to unleash violence. But this was different. This wasn't a case. This wasn't some abstract victim we

Her hands released his ass. She moved from between his spread thighs to crawl up next to his body and leaned down to study his features. He watched her and she couldn’t miss the look of rage. His lips parted to reveal sharp fangs. He snarled at her, a little louder than the mild growl he’d given her before. His body didn’t move though.

Her eyes are wild with rage as she assesses her surrounding the sinister sneer when her eyes land on me to make me smile. Her smart mouth pisses me off, against the Gods, is she for real? In a rage I snap and sink my teeth into her perfect creamy neck. Her blood tastes divine as it runs down my throat with ease, I am so lost in the euphoric feeling when the blast of whatever comes from her rips me from her neck throwing me over the cave.

Alex gasped, leaping back from me as a tall, lean figure filled the doorway. Ryan. His eyes blazed with primal fury, his features twisted into an unrecognizable mask of primal rage. He let out a guttural growl that seemed to emanate from the very depths of his soul. In a blur of motion, he lunged towards Alex, his fists connecting with Alex's jaw in a sickening crunch that sent him sprawling. The room echoed with the sound of breaking bones and the agonized screams of Alex.

It was so against her nature. But as this disgusting man, this awful predator, walked towards her, looming so large, Scarlet could not hold back any longer. The primal rage rose up through her—and this time, she let it rise. A tremendous heat prickled in her veins, raised her hairs, made them stand on end, from her toes up to her head.