Rod Rage Novels & Stories

"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

He was puzzled, why Lexus was so angry with him. “I knew you were gonna check on my wife. However, my question is, what are you trying to do to her? Is your perverted brain starting to work, Rodgi?” Rodgi confirmed the position of the glasses. His lips trembled. “Gosh! I don't dare, Young Master,” Rodgi retorted haltingly. 'A long time ago, I refused Dad's request to replace him serving in the Rodriguez family. Because I ... I don't wanna get the anger of Young Master Lexus,' Rodgi complained. He couldn't make a move if Lexus was already screaming angrily at him.

It is. I close my eyes for a second and breathe in through my nose, slow, controlled, the way I’ve done a thousand times when I need to get my shit together. It doesn’t work. The bar still smells like her. Citrus and something warm. It’s faint but it’s there, and my wolf presses forward like he’s trying to chase it. “She’s Arachne’s kid,” I say out loud, low. “That alone is a problem.” “There is no record of her,” he says.

Bobby screamed his name, because his name has the power to pull mountains. Jairo stepped forward then, "Pa, don’t do this.” For a breath, the estate hung in the exhale. Rodrigo’s face was a map of debts and shame; he had lived under the weight of Sean Murphy’s voice for so long that it had become bone. “¡Corré, Jairo! Run!” When Rodrigo’s fingers curled back, a stray spark followed, dropped onto a slick line of diesel he had prepared. There was a bright and sudden flare..

Brody growled in anger, his eyes turning black as his wolf got closer to taking control. "That's not important right now. But that got Mason and Roderick angry, they were both very protective of me. And so they began to fight. Roderick killed our father and Mason killed our mother. I killed the Beta that tried to save my parents" I told him as I began to cry.

That tone, I turned back and saw the spiteful, frightened face of Rodri, his lips quivered and his feet dragged lazily across the floor. “Damn, I clearly told you to stay there” I said angrily, and he gazed lifelessly at me, his lips slightly parted and tears in the corner of his frenzy eyes. “You killed him”? He asked, sounding more of a way to reconfirm his doubt. I moved closer and felt his hand tremble. What was this?I thought, seeing his eyes shut and his body slipping out of control. “You're a man Rodri, you got so anything for your sanity”

“But I do.” Rodin fought back–not with claws, but with conviction. The beast didn’t need to tear flesh to bring Mason to his knees. He twisted inside Mason like a storm of broken bones and buried grief, dragging power from his core and warping it into resistance. Every movement Mason made felt sluggish, as if he were swinging through blood-soaked tar. His slashes slowed. His heartbeat stuttered. Then the vision started to blur–first at the edges, then everywhere–smearing the world into a watercolor of pain and confusion.

But then I remembered the mascara stained tears on my face which must have given me away and I aggressively began to wipe them off even though I knew my face was only becoming more of a mess. “I asked a question and I hate repeating myself so give me an answer before I blow your brains out” he said, his voice still calm while he drilled holes through them with blazing eyes and I saw one guard swallowing in fear. It was satisfying to see them scared and I wondered just how ruthless this Mr Rover was to make them look this terrified. They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over t