Novel & Cerita They Are Rage Brutal

They were fighting now, growling and I could see their claws appearing and disappearing… they were that angry, they wouldn’t be able to control it and they could shift. This was just outside the club and the club security would be here any moment, Italy might be okay with wolves prowling about but I’m not so sure about Los Angeles, California. “Stop!” I screamed, but none of them seemed to hear me, both of them too far gone in their anger to even hear me. I was hysterical now… I didn’t know what to do… Mind to mind, could I speak to them…? No I was only connected to Arian, I was shaking, then I steeled myself and zeroed my gaze in on Nathan, I thought of a really loud screeching sound. Marth

"Well, well. New recruit?" "Back off, Rico," Liam snapped, stepping between us. "I'll have the cash by Friday." Rico leaned in, his body oder a chemical assault. "Friday was yesterday, pupetto." He flicked Liam's chin. "Vinny says you gotta learn respect." His partner pulled a knife. Here's the thing about rage: it's a living thing. It breathes. It hungers. I let it feed. Rico's fist flew at Liam's face—

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

I was the monster here and Blake knew that. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Blake replied emotionlessly. His look could kill me right now and I was glad when I stopped looking at him. I slid my hands through my hair in frustration and turned my back on him as I walked over to the other side of the room. I hoped Blake would calm himself down and that he would remember his kids were sleeping right in front of him - but he had Alpha blood and that meant his temper was a thousand times worse than if he were a normal wolf.

Before Brice could respond, Rain lunged. Rain clashed with Brice in a violent dance of teeth and claws, strength against madness. Their blows cracked trees and sent earth flying. Brice moved faster like a possessed beast, more brutal than before. But Rain didn't break. He fought like a wolf with something worth protecting. Brice's other men suddenly appeared but Greg and Josh were alert. The forest was full of blood and screaming within a short while. Greg pinned one against the stone and shattered his jaw with a single hit. Josh's eyes were burning. He allowed his anger out and he fought like he was possessed. Each blow was personal. It was a reflection of his past.

he murmurs. He grips my arm and yanks me upright. I slam my forehead into his immediately, making him stagger backwards. “I’m going to kill you!” I scream. To my surprise, my claws burst out. I rush to him, aiming to slash his neck. He dodges easily. “So this is how you want it,” he snarls. “So be it… Curse breaker.” His own claws extend with a vicious rasp. He roars, the sound vibrating through the room, despite the music outside.

Reckless. And right now, Rage Cage had me exactly where it wanted me.

I'm done listening to a man who wants peace in a world that has never known it. When I get home, the rage is still with me. It burns in my chest, hotter than the fire I left behind. I pace my chamber angrily. Then I howl a deep, raw sound that cuts through the night. Moments later, they arrive one by one, stepping through the shadows. Greg is tall and scarred is his eyes always scanning. Ruga is broad and silent, he has more muscle than a man. Broth is thin and quick, always grinning like he knows something we don't.

Sebastian POV I could hardly contain my rage as I looked around at the rows of fighters gathered in front of me. Liam Dimitri, Farrell, Rux, Simoné. An all-consuming heat that threatened to destroy whatever last control that kept my primordial beast in check was the rage that burned through my veins like wildfire. My entire being screamed for ruthless vengeance, demanding to crush and destroy anyone who tried to endanger my pack and my family.

Brave, or stupid, I had no fucking clue. Reigh’s wolf joined the chaos again, his claws skidding against the dock as he leapt back into the fight, charging for his fathers blind spot. The three of them tag teamed the King, and the fight turned into a blur––claws, teeth, growls, fur and blood.