Rod Rage Novels & Stories

Her instincts screamed, feet backing away slowly, breath catching in her throat. One lunged. She screamed—and then suddenly— A blur of black fur crashed into the attacker mid-air. A massive black wolf with silver eyes, twice the size of the others, snarled with a guttural sound that shook the air. From the distance, golden eyes watched from the rooftop. The rogue Alpha. His fists were clenched. His chest rose and fell in frustration. He was going to save her. But he was too late. That bastard beat him to it.

Maan answered. “ Hello couz! You are finally taking this partnership to another level. Now, you’re into business!” Joan was so excited. “ Stop it couz! Maan scolded Joan because Gil is giving her questioning looks already. “ Why don’t you put me on loudspeaker so I can talk to both of you. This is much fun!” Joan said. “ No, You will just annoy us!” Maan said. “ Oh come on! If you don’t do as I say I will just call him later and tell him you have a crush on him. Oh wait! Let’s make it a video call so I can see both of you..” Joan said grinning.

She stumbles back gasping seeing his outrage, blood starts spilling from his knuckles. Rosie looks at him and slowly makes her way to him and takes his hand in hers to inspect it. He yanks his hand away from her grasp and pushes her hard by her shoulders making her fall away from him. She hits her head hard on the cold floor and lie there holding her head groaning in pain. "Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands of yours." He yells and starts walking away from her. She quickly sits up and crawls to him and holds his right leg to stop him. "Please Ryan listen to me." She cries out asking for his mercy.

In the room he looked around, a worried expression appeared on his face: "This has nothing to do with me, I'm weak. How can I kill him? Captain Stan looked at the young man in front of him, at his small body. He wears a pair of glasses that makes him looks like a student; his body is small, about 1m59 in heights. He pondered: "Who is it after all; it's already the third case. What does that black rose mean, why does every case have a rose in the victim's mouth?

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

He couldn't have… "Don't worry, I didn't fuck you while you were asleep. I was going to… but I don't like my women dirty. Plus, I was hoping to hear you scream when I finally put my hands on you!" From his cackle and dry yellow eyes, I could tell he'd been in the wild for ages now. He was a rogue, an insane lunatic who would do anything to feel something. A connection he could only feel in a pack. I scoffed as his eyes ran through my body hungrily, "Even if you forcefully take me it won't do anything. All you need is redemption… A meaningful bond with—" "— Shut up!" I felt a rough tug on my chin and the nasty breath of the oldie in my face.

They put some of them in unoccupied cells and won their bodies, starting from the stomach and some even banging Tbone’s comrade’s head on the sink. “Enjoy this! I have warned you not to touch this brother of mine, but you are still disobedient. Do you want to die, huh?” Rodgie snapped. Rodge's herd beat Tbone and his friends, not caring when they were hurt and bruised. Their bodies were both bulky, but Rodgie’s gank’s influence and power were more decisive. “Bro, what made them take you and intend to beat you up?” Rodgie asked, standing next to Nicko.

Fuck. "Well, I know just the place. Come along now, will ya,” Rodgirgo said and his best friend followed him, ignoring the blood that had pooled on the floor back at his office or the broken vase that seemed to be calling for help. Honestly, it was easier dealing with a pissed Aztec because then he wasn't as unstable and as unpredictable as a happy Aztec. But then an angry Aztec screamed murder to anyone who dared crossed him anyway. **** [SANDRA]

All he had ever worked for, all his family had ever worked for, would be taken away within the blink of an eye. Rodriguez swore heavily under his breath, hitting the bag even harder, ignoring the pain in his knuckles that begged him to stop. He went on for what felt like hours, and maybe he would have continued if it hadn’t been for the bag bursting open and emptying its content at his feet. He groaned in frustration. Kicking the sand that lay at his feet. Seeing as his punching bag had given up on him. Rodriguez couldn’t stop thinking of all the different ways he could torture and kill whoever it was that dared to take the drive. He swore silently to make them feel pain like they have never

But he was blinded by the money, so he had to find out who uploaded the video. Rod, on the other hand, walked towards the bar counter and poured himself a drink. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He had just indulged himself, but his anger flared up again. He often couldn't control himself when he got angry. In the eyes of his uncle, it was a big problem, which is why they tried to get him treated. But he believed it helped him. So when his uncle insisted on getting him treated, he beat up his doctor. Since then, no psychiatrist had dared to try to treat him. He knew he had a condition. But he didn't care as long as he could do whatever he wanted. He just needed to fix his pro