Rage Novel Novels & Stories

I wasn't able to think properly due to the amount of rage that had consumed me. My wolf who had gone missing was now back equally furious. She clawed at the barriers, demanding release to unleash the seething heat within. I yielded without hesitation, granting her control as she surged forth, a relentless force of primal fury. I shifted into my wolf Riyaga. With her snow-white fur, blue eyes, and a crescent on her forehead, she looked regal. She had an unhealed scar spanning her neck which she'd earned while fighting a group of rogues.

“You can find a she-wolf even better than her. Now we have Kade on our trail simply because of her.” I froze. The guilt hit me like a blade—I knew he was right. I was the reason everything had escalated. Rage didn’t even flinch. He just stared at Damian like he’d lost his damn mind. “I might find women out there,” Rage said, his voice calm, too calm, like a storm was coming. “But I won’t find love everywhere.” Damian tilted his head. “What do you mean, Alpha?” Rage turned toward me—his eyes blazing with the kind of heat that makes you forget how to breathe.

Rara clenched her thighs tightly as her widened eyes stared at Ralph. He was as deadly as two years ago. Same hypnotic green eyes she fell for, the straight pointed nose that’d put models to shame, the prominent cheekbones with a long scar running down his left cheek to dread behind his ear. It added masculinity to his hardened features. Rara remembered falling for him a first glance. The same tingling butterflies that she buried two years ago, resurfaced. But this time there was the startling tsunami of overflowing terror that had her body stiff.

According to Madam Maggie, “Technology would fry your brain.” She started saying that after seeing a sci-fi movie where tracking device were planted into the necks of agents and their master used his phone to explode the device whilst still in the agent’s neck. All my attempts at convincing her that it was just a movie were ignored. Madam Maggie was both old school and stubborn, especially stubborn. But she did a good job raising me and acting like the mother I needed. But I guess everybody has a price and hers was hundred million dollars. “This is you,” Rosa announced pushing the bedroom door open. She smiled as she saw my face light up in awe and glee.

I swallowed hard as our eyes locked; he glared at me angrily, and the murderous glare glistening from his eyes sent shivers down my spine. "Listen, young lady!" he thundered almost loudly and I glared at him unfazed. I can't be intimidated by a twenty-four-year-old boy I once hooked up with. He continued, "My stage name is Rage, I have money, but i don't have fame. So give me fame in exchange, and I'll sign the contract." He ordered in a quiet voice that I somehow find amusing. Florence chuckled mockingly. "Since you are not popular, why include popular Pop star? And why would you, a pop star, become a guard for a rich woman?" She inquired, finally talking again, even though this time around

He let out a low growl and his hands flexed into fists at his sides. Her face was flushed with shame and rage. She couldn’t imagine how Agnar felt at having her insulted that way when she’d done nothing to provoke it. She hadn’t embarrassed herself. She hadn’t embarrassed him, even with whatever they’d given her. She might have felt wanton, but her cravings were entirely for him, her mate, and even if he was nothing but a cruel stranger in a new, harsh land, she refused to think that it was wrong for mates to desire each other.

Rayna was a Lycan, just like me, though she belonged to a different pack. "Go meet your mate. I'm here with mine." Rayna cocked her head, feigning innocence. "'You're here with yours?'" she mimicked. "Didn't seem like she was here with you. From what I saw, she had her hands all over that young oil magnate." "Enough," I cut in angrily. Rayna purred in amusement as she slipped her finger from my grasp. "Look who's getting mad." The room she'd pulled me into was a dressing area, filled with mirrors and plush sofas. I exhaled and lowered myself onto one, undoing the top button of my tux.

Aisha POV: Roma was tensed her, she had horrified expression on her face when…. I went closer to her and roughly pulled her left hand up to show her mother and Ravan the same tattoo that was there in Video however before I could utter any further word the very next thing I saw was Roma lying on floor while blood oozing out from corner of her lip while Ravan was standing tall in front of her small frame with nothing but murderous look in his eyes “Why…?” I heard his dangerous voice “WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THIS ROMA…. SHE WAS YOU SISITER… YOU REAL SISTER… AND YO… YOU…. YOU WAS WATCHING GET GANG RAPED AND MURDERED BY THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD… WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THAT?” he growled monstrously o

He moved his finger faster "Ughh ahhh r-reyz" “Say it Grace" He even moved it faster "yes I’m only yours please ughh ahhh"He flicked something inside that i cant handle the pleasure "Reyz ughh ahhh " "Dont cum baby" He lowered his head and ate me there while fingering me Fvck this is good! "Reyz let me cu-ugh um ahhh please" "Cum" and i cum while he drinks all my juices. "IM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN FUCK YOU GRACE"And he entered his shaft into mine

What comes next? Roman tapped his tablet and leaned forward. While we were at Volkov's gala, I managed to intercept another message. "Nyasha" was mentioned several times. She is renowned in the criminal underworld as a top-tier mercenary broker and strategist. Elena said, looking through the files, "She's a ghost." "Just a reputation for being ten steps ahead of her enemies, no photos, no verified nationality." "Do we have a place?" Xander's tone was stern as he asked.