Primal Rage Movie Novels & Stories

She should dispose the load and focus on Ralph. Ralph is like a monstrous beast whose senses were clouded with ire. He didn’t care about her struggles, screams and pleas and just fucked her mercilessly. His mind is filled with enormous rage which is going to explode at any second and only her screams are like a suppressant for the erupting volcano.

Two of them started toward me, their hands already reaching for their weapons, which was understandable, because I didn't exactly look like I was there to shake hands with their master and smile. I looked like what I was: fucking pissed off and ready to spill blood. "Sir…" one of them began. "Move," I growled, not slowing down. The men exchanged a glance, debating whether to follow protocol or trust their instincts. One of them moved to stand in my way. "I'm sorry, Alpha Wrath, but you'll have to…" I grabbed the imbecile by the shirt and shoved him aside. He pitifully crashed into a stone pillar, groaning and losing consciousness.

How do you not understand something this basic? A sense of pride swelled in my chest. Laura, who wasn't even close to me, was fighting for me with everything she had. The atmosphere in the hall grew tense. Sebastian tried to usher reporters toward the door, mumbling something about Jayla not feeling well. "You were never my teacher! You don't deserve the title!" A loud crack split the air. "How dare you disrespect your teacher! Who raised you like this?" For a moment, the air seemed to freeze completely.

I'd come away without a scratch, but her white dress was soaked in blood. Rage climbed up like a living thing in my gut. I saw the blurred edges of the world through tears and fury. I snatched the tailor's shears from the nearby workstation, rushed up to Milo, and drove them into his abdomen.

Her paws bent low, readying herself to pounce. “You really want to take me on? Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time after I broke your jaw?” he mocked, tipping a cocky grin towards her. Motherfucker. That was enough to unleash every primal instinct inside of me. I threw one dagger towards his head, and a smirk curled his mouth as he dodged the blade, swinging his body to the left. What he didn’t realize was that the dagger was only a distraction as I lowered my head and ran full speed, ramming into his chest. Every emotion… raw… unrestrained as the fury tore through me in violent primal rage. We flew backwards into the tree and I was on him.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

Storm AND THIS JUST IN BILLIONNAIRE EX-CEO DASTAN LEMOS WAS SHOWN ON THE NEWS THIS MORNING AS BEING DETAINED IN GINKOU ALONG WITH HIS ASSISTANT FOR ILLEGAL ENTRY WITH MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN THEIR POSSESSION AND NOTHING TO SHOW AS TO HOW THEY CAME ABOUT THE CASH, THE PRIME MINISTER SAID HE IS WILLING TO MEET WITH HIS FAMILY TO DISCUSS THE NEXT STEPS PENDING THIS SITUATION, THIS AND MORE NEWS WE BRING- Now the Raging Storm is truly over, revenge is always most refreshing when it is served cold.

His face immediately turned serious and he picked up the papers on the sofa. "After a series of hacking into the database of dog breeders here and abroad, I finally narrowed them down to three persons who all have Tibetan Mastiff dogs and a travel history here in the Philippines eight years ago. The first individual I identify is Kristine Han but I dropped her off because she only stayed here in the country for a day. Next is Hans Reeves. This one's fishy but I let him slide. He's from the US and only came here to give his puppy to our last person of interest, Lagma Rey."

Sweat poured down my temples, muscle fibers burning, lungs contracting and expanding with each thrust. But the harder I pushed myself, the less quiet my mind would be. No matter how I tried to drown it out, last night’s event replayed in my head like a curse. Beatrice’s terrified face. The man’s hands on her. Her voice calling my name. The rage that flooded through me then — the primal, animal rage — was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I had made it there in time — just — but what if I hadn’t?