They Are Rage Brutal Novels & Stories

My intent was to look for problems, but when I start to see bruises on people who are obviously omegas, I start getting angrier. However, it isn’t until the young teenage girl steps out of the kitchen covered in spaghetti sauce that was hastily washed off as best she could, that my anger flashes hot. It’s the snickering at the poor girl’s discomfort that pushes me and Alayla over the edge. Her aura, white hot with fury, washes over the group, making them yelp and fall to their knees, their necks raised in submission.

I ball my hands into tight fists and force myself to say upright. It shouldn’t be like this. This is routine. I’ve chaired dozens of these trials — some harsher, some messier but this time, my body feels too aware for some reason. The air feels thinner, like it’s fighting to escape the room. “Alpha,” Ryker says, nodding as I approach. I give him a brief glance, but my focus shifts to the rogue whose head is still down. He’s older than you see usual rogues, his hair matted and streaked with grey. His eyes, though, they burn with something sharper than defiance. Recognition, maybe hatred. I’ve seen that so much I barely pay it any mind.

He told them as if he were just telling them what he wanted to eat for breakfast. “Fuck you,” I replied as Rage growled in my head. “Fuck you, too, Alpha Blade. I’ll see you in the underworld.” He laughed maniacally, and all the anger and worries that I was trying to repress just came rushing out. It didn’t help that Rage never liked him as well. Before I knew it, a loud growl ripped from my throat, and Rage surged forward, shifting into our wolf form. I leaped and landed in front of Alastor, and without any thought, my fangs sank into his shoulder, making a loud hiss escape from his throat.

The man stammered as he looked at Draken with pleading eyes. "Sara wants justice," Draken said calmly and that man's eyes flashed in rage. "That bitch! I'll pay triple just spare me," the man said and Draken gnashed his molars. Eren watched his Alpha in gloomy silence. Draken was losing his calm. "You f*cking rapist!" Draken growled as he landed another solid punch on his face. Grabbing his collar Draken pulled him up before landing another punch and they heard the cracking noise of his nose breaking.

I say in a mind link to Alpha King Rian. I know, Euan just linked me. We can’t spare warriors right now Killian. There are too many rogues on this border. He says, his voice strangled with emotion. Titan lets out a whimper as he starts slicing through the rogues that come at him, taking out his frustration and anger on these mangy little fucks. Our pup better be okay after all of this. If not, I will make everyone’s life a living hell until she is healed. You won’t be the only one giving hell, mutt.

We both ran through the hallways, our feet drumming noisily on the stone floor. "What's going on?" I yelled over the din, "Why is everybody running?" Streams of servants were joining us, dashing as quickly as they could, carrying all kinds of objects. Clothes, food, water, bedding... "It's the rebels," Mahra told me in a frightened voice, "They're here." Just as she spoke, men dressed head to toe in black appeared at the end of the hallway we were running down. They were armed with knives, spears and bows.

She shouted in anger. I couldn't stand Abruzzo familia. No one had manners in their family. Anger coursed through me. "How...!!" I was cut off by the menacing tone of Russo. "I'll cut your tongue in two if I hear you swearing and mentioning my woman together again." As he snarled, he propelled the knife at her, glaring at her. She let out a scream in terror and leaped away. The knife struck the wall and dropped to the ground, creating a loud noise.

Fighting. Everyone wearing ash uniforms, their faces expressionless... almost like... I push the thought out of my head. A battalion of army controlled by Ragnar? I watch the men tear themselves apart. No teams, no order, men swinging weapons with the intention to kill. Unhinged. Fangs bared, wolves colliding with fists and blades. Dust kicks up around them, and blood stains the snow in pure chaos. A battle for the last man standing. Nothing like the organized fights I'm used to in the rings.

Heavy footsteps thumbed the tiles as if to break it, the smell of rust and anger filled the air as they waited patiently not caring about the storm that's about to break out. A few seconds more and all hell let loose, he sent a daggering stare to Raze who smirked at him, loving the vibe he was sending. He was too tired in the morning and now would be the perfect time to be entertained or to entertain someone. “ Raze Fernandez! You have no fucking rights!” He yelled, disrespecting Raze's authority and trampling it underneath as if it was nothing. Brent's wolf growled in protest, he hated it when anyone insulted Raze and couldn't stand it.

The entire court froze. Celeste stood motionless on the cold marble floor, her small frame trembling with barely contained fury and heartbreak. Her wide grey eyes remained locked on the ruthless Alpha standing above her. Silver-tipped black curls framed her pale face, a few strands sticking to her damp skin from the tension rolling through her body. Inside her chest, the mate bond roared like a living flame, twisting and pulling violently, demanding she move closer to the man she wanted nothing more than to destroy.