Rage And Ruin Novels & Stories

All his rage. His uncle chose that place intentionally. One final message. One final war. Lucien’s eyes darkened into something dangerous. But beneath the fury… Aria saw something else too. Conflict. Because deep down, Lucien knew exactly what waited at the end of this road. Revenge. Blood. Murder. And for the first time in years— He hesitated. Because now there was someone beside him who made him want to become better than the monster his family created.

He retorts and I flinch, but I don't pull away and neither does he, "You're not the one who hurt us." "I know that. I just- "They'll get what they deserve." He says lowly, meaning every word. I don't miss the darkness that coats his expression and every word he uttered. "Is that what you want?" I ask, "Revenge." "You don't know what I want." He spits. "You're right, I don't. But I know being blinded by rage and revenge won't give you peace or happiness. Trust me, I know." Two bodies are rotting deep in the ocean because of the revenge I wanted.

He utter, “Thus my salary went in risk. I was frustrated about it. I absolutely encountering risks.” Rue was in serious expression as he talk seriously to Sabrina. I feel my thoughts ruined and misinterpret the idea of him about me. I remember how Carx could curse recklessly about the bitch he was pointing all this time. I eager to take vengeance against him. But I was scared of my own downfall, like what happened for Istanio.

“You’re like a beautiful ruin dressed in fire and silk, and though I see the cliffs ahead, I follow still, longing for the wreckage you’ll leave me in.” Fuck, why was that so… sexy? I wasn't supposed to be getting wet. I had a goal I had to achieve. He raised his eyes to mine, his dark and clouded with lust. “Because, my love, that’s all that is going to come out of this. Ruin and wreckage. For both of us. Fuck, all of us. We’ll be your damnation and vice versa. You want to know why you should run away? Fine, I’ll tell you.”

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in

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

Marcus Countless items are scattered over the floor; the entire mansion is in ruins. I caused it, and neither do I regret it. Destruction is the only thing keeping me sane. Rage, the kind that can't be contained, courses through my veins, exploding into a fit of rage when I pass a vase. I grab the flowery pot, throwing it at the wall as I yell. Dirt flies everywhere, tainting the air, but I don't fucking care. Nothing can calm down the heat boiling within me.

“Try me. I’ll destroy everything you own, everything you’ve ever built. I’m worse than you when it comes to being ruthless. She’s mine,....... and whatever she wants,... I’ll give it to her, even if it means burning us both to the ground.” Without another word, he stormed out, leaving her trembling and speechless. A scream tore from her throat as she hurled a lamp against the wall. The crash echoed through the room as she collapsed onto the bed, shoving her hair back in pure rage. "How can I let that middle-class girl Rainee Garcia ruin everything.?" To be continued

Forgiveness was never in my journal, I didn't even forgive my men for any betrayal, so why would i forgive the fucking gringo. A burning rage courses through my veins whenever I relent in a kill. Sabotages was one of the biggest fucking sin in our world, I had no place for it. At least the rage and burning desire had dissipated a bit.

At this point, people might have had sympathy for these monsters as none of the bodies were still intact. Slash! "Die! Die! Die!" The lifeless corpse was reduced to a heap of mess when Dior swung her blade at it. Her poisonous attacks were quickly decomposing the corpse. "How dare that bitch talk back to me?" Her eyes gleamed with murderous intent. Having the class "Ruin Knight" had several unintended consequences. Ruin Knights were a destructive class. They crave annihilation, and their emotions are significantly skewed toward anger and resentment. Dior had been a member of a street gang back on Earth, and how unlucky could she have been? She was transferred to this planet the one time she