Primal Rage Movie Novels & Stories

Only to end up on the floor with Primo on top throwing his furious showering punch on his face as if the bullet didn’t reach him. “DIE! YOU FUCKER!!” Heart beating out of fury, it felt as though it could burst in Primo’s chest at any moment. His punches beat along with his heart, gliding his wrath toward his swollen and bleeding face. “YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHTS TO LAY YOUR FUCKING FILTHY HANDS ON HER!” “YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FILTH! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!” Primo had to catch his breath out of the intense state his internal life went through. Then, he grabbed him by the collar with his powerless body and bruised up face.

Kayla Santino. (Trigger warning:mention of rape and abuse) I revised my blonde wig in my car's mirror to make sure everything is in position. I want this mission to go as accurate as possible. My green lens goes well with the wig and with the heavy make-up added to my face, I look completely different. He won't recognise me. I painted my lips a deep red to add to my made-up look, and no doubt it's eye-catching. My red little dress is long enough to cover the holster holding my gun and my switchblade knives securely.

Her army waiting silently behind her. The two royals met in the middle of the battlefield. A stark contrast to one another, Atarah with her sky-blue eyes and pale skin, the prince with his silver hair, gray eyes, and dark skin.“Is the kingdom of Antares open to negotiation?” Atarah spoke the words drilled in her mind. The wind blew towards the south, and some strands of her hair tickled her cheeks. “ Antares does not negotiate with betrayers.” The prince spoke with arrogant authority. Aren’t you tired of repeating it?. Atarah thought, but she dare not speak the words. She knew if she broke one little rule, it can be used against her kingdom at the International Court.

His fury feels familiar, and it has never ended well for me. Suddenly, he rises , towering, furious , and kicks the nightstand. It explodes into splinters. Shards of wood slice through the air, scratching my face. No sound leaves my lips; I am too stunned. My fingers tremble as they brush the shallow cuts. Drops of blood trail down to my mouth. The metallic taste brings me back to reality, and tears spill again, mingling with crimson. Deep down, I know my wolf genes will heal these wounds soon enough. He stands motionless beside the bed. I don’t dare look up, terrified the next strike will be mine. Power radiates from him , not just physical, but primal, like the very earth would bend beneat

The royal clinic buzzed quietly with activity — hushed voices, the sterile scent of antiseptic, and the soft shuffle of nurses moving down polished marble floors. But inside one of the private consultation rooms, the fragile calm was being shattered by a low, heated argument that threatened to explode. “Aura, this isn’t the time for your games,” Khalid hissed, his voice low but laced with fury. His fists were clenched, his eyes sharp with accusation. Aura stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly across her chest as though holding herself together. Her face was pale, lips trembling with equal parts grief and anger. “You think I leaked that photo, don’t you?”

Afraid that Mom would sense something was off, I skipped dinner and retreated to my room. I opened a streaming app and clicked into a room raising money for a baby with a cleft lips and palate. On the screen, a couple was performing in a dilapidated room. After seven hours of streaming, they'd only collected 1,200 dollars. The comments section was a cesspool of trolls. "Have the mom put on some stockings and do a suggestive dance. I'll send a gift then!"

Curse you I muttered under my breath as I walked over to one of the sofas to sit down after that the lights went off leaving only that of the TV on and the movie began. The movie lasted for a hundred and twenty minutes and I spent hundred- and nineteen-minutes screaming on top of my voice, thanks to Bryan for picking out a horror movie. By the end of the movie I found myself on the same sofa with Bryan sharing the same duvet with him, how did that happen? I don't know! "we are definitely not seeing another horror movie" I said trying to take away the remote from his hand. "Horror movie or nothing" he said raising up the remote which to trip and fall on him in the process of struggling.

-AMELIA- "You came at last. And your expression tells me you have killed Ken but don't celebrate your victory yet son..." he said giving him a smug smile. Sean helped me lean near the lift and face the guy with so much anger on his face. This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do.

I say going as fast away as I can. It was in the car I realized I wasn’t wearing clothes, I was just in Carter’s robe and only my nightie underneath. I’m nervous the whole way to my dads place, I’m angry and mad at Carter. He saw someone recording us and didn’t stop it why the fucking hell not. Technically I’m not really mad about the video, we were not really having sex just dry humping each other but what is making me angry is reading the comments online. Some of the comments are nice and endearing but some are offensive, and I was right no one was talking about Carter they’re just talking about me because the woman always gets blame.

“Use your fierce love and your will to protect everyone. Channel that into your power. It might be enough.” As I looked over Clarisse’s shoulder, my blood ran cold. Luka had managed to pin Leigh down, his massive claws raking across Leigh’s chest. A strangled cry escaped Leigh’s lips. Something inside me snapped. A raw, primal rage erupted, eclipsing all fear and doubt. My mind went blank, consumed by a fierce, protective fury. It felt like I was going crazy, a roaring inferno ignited inside of me.