Rage Novel Novels & Stories

Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

A physical release of all the rage and anticipation building in my chest. Garrick Savage took everything from me because of Reign. My father. My pack. My future. And now I'm taking everything from his son. Then Garrick will be next. "You feel that?" I pant, my hips slamming against her ass hard enough to bruise. "That's victory, Ravenna. That's vengeance." She reaches back, her nails digging into my thigh, and I release her mouth long enough for her to gasp, "Harder. Fuck me harder."

Ricardo asked. “No, Don, I didn't agree at first but they made an offer.” “What kind of offer?” “They offered…..they offered me a penthouse in Manhattan.” “Aguero!!” Mr Palazzo exclaimed. “You betrayed your Don for a penthouse. Someone who has been taking care of you and your family?” “I'm sorry, Don, please forgive me.” Ricardo rested his back on the wall, not saying a word. He clenched his fingers together and watched Aguero in silence.

Rage. White-hot, blinding rage. The mention of his name in this room, with my cock in her mouth, was a violation. My wolf slammed against my ribs, demanding blood. Mine. Only mine. Rhiannon was mine I pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. She gasped for air, looking up at me in confusion. I grabbed her face, my fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open again. I spat into her mouth. It was degrading. It was primal.

I will always love you, Isla, but if I can’t have you, no one else can. And no one else will. If you say you don’t love me, I’ll cut through everything you love— your friends, your family, the Reigns… everything! You said I’m consumed by greed, but you forgot to mention anger. Rage. I’m consumed by rage and I’ll not stop until the fire of that rage consumes us all. This is Ralph Tinter’s promise to you, My Queen. Oh, and I’ll make sure to specially kill that idiotic maid that called me mad.

"They are mine. I made them in the dark while you were busy playing God with the stock market." Rage’s hand shot out, not to hurt her, but to grip the back of the chair she was leaning against, effectively pinning her between his arms and the wall. "Everything you have is mine," Rage hissed. "The air you breathe in this pathetic shack is mine because I chose not to burn it down the second I saw it on the thermal scan. The blood in your veins is mine because I allow it to flow." He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. She could see the faint silver flecks in his irises.

Gia muttered half-heartedly. “No need. Honestly, you look sexy when you curse.” Raven gazed at her in awe. Usually, Gia cursed internally or used milder language. Gia became irritated by his inappropriate comment and snapped, "RAVE." “I wasn’t flirting. That was just an honest observation.” Raven defended himself quickly, sensing Gia’s rising anger. “Just continue the damn story!” Gia said, no longer bothering to apologize for her language. She plopped back onto the beanbag.

She had planted the seed, and now all she had to do was wait for it to grow. Ravenna walked away, her plan set in motion. She was going to make Rylan fall for her and then destroy everything dear to him. She would make Lilith feel the way she had felt and would make her die of heartbreak, the same way Ravenna had died in her past life. As she walked towards the drink station, Ravenna took a whole glass of wine and downed it in one go. The liquid burned down her throat but her find was filled with cold, calculated anger. Ravenna poured herself another glass of wine and as she turned around ready to walk towards her mother, she bumped into someone...

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

anyway “he likes it really rough and kinky, having a big strong alpha for a lover definitely has its quirks, not that you would know anyway, heard you almost fainted at the sight of a mere shifting…..” she laughed, the sound making me grit my teeth “Arian, Arian is going to reject you, you don’t deserve to be a Luna” “yeah yeah, whatever, who says I want the silly title anyway. Werewolves are a thing, big deal, so what? What do you expect me to do? you can have the Alpha for breakfast, lunch or fucking dinner if it so fucking pleases you, just stay the hell away from me” that’s the longest statement I’d made all day and half of me regrets wasting it on her, I’d take Tanya over this girl an