Rod Rage Mga Nobela at Kwento

Killing those who were supposed to be some of the best fighters in the pack always bought about a sense of happiness, knowing I was one step closer to being able to seek my revenge. In the ten years I had been living as a rouge the thought of actually meeting my mate was something which had crossed my mind on a couple of occasions, but they were brushed to the side as quickly as they came. At almost twenty-eight I had pretty much accepted that I was never going to find my other half and, even if I did find him now, then I would be sure to reject him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous rogue," one of the males chuckled when they finally came to a stop where I was readying myself.

Everywhere filled with growls, clash of claws against steel. Roderick quickly shifted into his huge black wolf, roaring and shaking the entire chamber. He fought hard like a possessed beast, tearing and slashing blood across the stone walls. “Kyra, run this minute!” he screamed, which I heard through the mind link, but I didn't move. I stayed well rooted at the spot that I was standing, waiting for the moment the bond would finally be severed. “I can't follow you, I want this done with this minute.” Norway, on seeing that Roderick was advancing toward me, pulled me behind him.

We both did what we were bred for: to move where others could not, to make the hard arithmetic of blood and consequence. Roderick sat on the cold floor, shoulders hunched, the same small swagger he had worn on the day he’d first been braided into this mess. “So,” he said when he saw me, voice thin with a coward’s bravado. “You come to finish me like a dog, Alpha? Save yourself the trouble. You’ll only make the ledger grow fatter.”

I heard their roars and threw one of the rogues towards Aiden as he shifted and swiped his paw on the rogue’s neck and dislocated his head before he even touched the ground. Damn, my man is sexy as fuck when he goes all Alpha. ‘Show me later,’ Aiden said. Even now, he is listening to my thoughts and still protecting my sister and me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rodrigo. He is fighting two rogues. He has shifted, and it’s the first time I've seen his shadow maw. He isn’t as big as I am, though. One of the rogues is coming up behind him with a silver knife.

He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. Leaned in to bite my throat. Then— The door exploded inward. Kairox’s eyes darkened. Rodrick barely had time to turn before Kairox slammed into him. They crashed into the wall. The stone cracked as fists flew. Claws raked every surface. Kairox tore into him with feral precision—every blow fueled by three days of terror and rage. Rodrick fought dirty. He twisted free, yanked a dagger from his boot—black blade covered with wolfsbane residue.

He was the bigger one and seemed to be more ruthless. The man smiled crookedly. “Your Highness, my Queen, I am Rodo. I am innocent of this woman’s accusation of rape against me. I do not even know her and during the time that she said I raped her, I was traveling to the human city to buy ingredients needed by my wife in her daily cooking.” “Really, Rodo? You were traveling to the human city that time?” “Yes, Your Highness.” “What did you buy in the human city?” I asked him again.

"I really am sorry for your loss Rodrig. It's a loss to us all especially since it's committed by one of us to one of our own." "Gracias..." Rodrig replied coldly and arose. "I'm not gonna rest till I find the one who did this to my grandson! And when I do, I'm gonna make sure they undergo the worst form of terror and torture ever unleashed on someone before..." His voice echoes through the hall as he curses. "I would have him and his entire household pay with their lives. His home would be burned to a crisp– I would make him taste hell on earth. And when I'm done, he's gonna wish for death but even then death would be too much of a mercy to bestow..." My fingers fidgeted by my sides, my hea

Craig’s voice cut through the haze. I roared, half-shifted now—fangs out, fur crawling across my skin. My body burned, the need to kill pulsing through my blood. “Fighting me won’t bring her back!” Rodrigo yelled, dragging himself to his feet with help from one of his men. “Then I’ll rip your fucking head off, Neotide!” I didn’t wait. My wolf snapped through me like lightning, bones breaking, body shifting. My black wolf launched at Rodrigo, who shifted just in time.

Before I could clear the threshold of the front door, a sharp movement at the top of the stairs caught my eye. Rodah was standing by the balustrade, her fingers gripping the polished wood until her knuckles were white. The dark silk robe was tied loosely around her waist, exposing the smooth, flushed skin of her neck and chest. Her green eyes weren't filled with the terrified submission most women would show during a cartel hit. They were furious. She was angry at the intrusion, angry at her own vulnerability, and deeply sobered by the realization that her defiance had kicked off this entire avalanche. The raw, aggressive chemistry between us was still there, vibrating through the open space

"Rodin. I need-" Rodin took over and shifted before Mason could finish. Right before Barrick brought down his sword, Rodin ripped Barrick's head and tossed it across the room in one sweeping motion. Blood spewed everywhere like an exploding pinata. Everything from Xenia to the tent's walls was painted with his blood. Xenia's eyes were closed until the blood hit her, and her eyes shot open. She stared at Rodin with blood covering his snarling teeth and his body trembling from the rush of the kill.