Rage And Ruin Novels & Stories

“If you continue down this path, Enzo, you risk tearing apart everything we’ve built. You risk leading us into ruin.” “Ruins?” I roared, my voice echoing so fiercely that dust rained from the high ceiling. “We are already in ruins! You just refuse to see it. Every day, enemies tighten their grip while you cling to outdated customs. I will not let us be buried because you are too cowardly to act.”

Rage unlike anything I had ever known tore through me, violent and consuming, and I knew with terrifying clarity that this was no longer business. This was war. As Mr Ricardo turned away, already speaking quietly into another call, the room fell into a tense silence. The ticking of the wall clock sounded too loud, too slow, each second scraping against my nerves. I stared at the floor, my hands clenched into fists, my chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. “I will end you,” I whispered into the silence, my voice low and steady despite the storm inside me. “Marcus Hale. I will end you.” The promise settled into me, leaving no room for doubt.

“That’s Fraud!” “I already mentioned I’m open to adjusting any terms you’re not comfortable with.” Matt settled back in his chair, completely unbothered by my accusation. “As for the revenge, it’s going to happen. I keep my word. Some of it will be petty, beneath my usual standards. And some of it will have a lasting impact.” “I didn’t mention much about it because you seem reserved. Aurora has torn you apart in the media, but you’ve yet to defend yourself.”

Both of them smiled, proud of what I decided to do. “How about your husband? What's your plan?” Azaia asked. I shrugged my shoulders. “Will you come back to him?” Cassandra asked. “No,” I immediately answered. “If I do come back to him, I’ll only do it so I can make him cry just like what he did to me.” I said, rage was flowing through my head. He broke me once and I won’t let it happen again.

Cunning and resentment, what about those two words that come together in a moment of doing? What happens when these two come together? What happens when wind and water become a great team? What many fear is happening. Torment, torment is the name given to the team of two elements that alone have only the power to rule half of the throne in the world of desires while united they are capable of bringing an entire world to its knees, an equally unscrupulous world. Cunning and resentment was all she could be feeling at that moment because while her heart was breaking for that unborn child, much less never conceived.

A hot, violent inferno that burned away the tears and solidified the terror into something hard and sharp. Rage. He hadn't wanted to just let her leave. He had wanted to destroy her. He had wanted to see her break. The rage finally found its voice in a raw, ragged scream that tore from her throat, echoing uselessly off the damp cellar walls. Then, she began to pace. Back and forth, a caged animal in the small, dark space, her mind a whirlwind of betrayal and fury. Hours passed. The rage eventually burned itself out, leaving behind only the cold, aching exhaustion of grief. She was slumped against a sack of potatoes, shivering, when a sound jolted her back to reality—the scraping of the heavy

She reached for my arm like she could anchor me back to the rational world. I didn’t let her. It’s strange how rage can calcify into something steady. It’s stranger how that same rage can feel like a compass. The video had turned the world from room to map, points of interest to redraw, men to find, weak seams to pry. “He didn’t just declare war,” I said after the glass. The words burned out of me like coal dust. “He delivered the first blow to my doorstep.” Ivy stepped between me and the wreckage of the kitchen, pragmatic to the bone. “Then let start finding out where he might have hidden him, call your mother anyone killian.”

I don’t want that bloodsucking fiend anywhere near me! "He drained his lovers first," the fae continued. "Then his friends. Then those who dared confront him. Until there was no one left to kneel." My stomach turned. "Ruarc led a pack that spanned continents. He was born to protect. But something inside him rotted. Rage, maybe. Grief. Or maybe he just wanted to see who could stop him. He tore through his own bloodline in a single night. Left only bones." I felt the heat of Ruarc’s desperation again, his trembling restraint. The chains.

He urged, the pensive frown on his face only made it darker. “Oh my fucking goodness.” I muttered, rubbing my temples, trying to ignore the helpless rage threatening to swallow me whole. What exactly was I doing here demanding to be part of Daniel’s life when all I wanted was to get revenge for Ethan’s betrayal? Apparently the entire plan has gone to shit, trapped this spiraling storm of emotions.

Rage exploded through me, hot and vicious and all-consuming. I would kill him. I didn't care how it would happen or what I had to do, but I would kill Zayne and make him pay for every single thing he'd done before I fell. Before they caught me or killed me or whatever fate awaited the Emerald Wolf. But beneath the rage was something worse. Something that threatened to swallow me whole if I let it. My heart broke all over again as the reality settled over me like a suffocating blanket. My parents were really, truly dead. Gone forever.