They Are Rage Brutal Novels & Stories

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.

The coppery scent of blood filled the air, thick and metallic, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat and rage. They collided again with bone-jarring force, beast against beast, fury against fury. Their muscles strained and rippled under fur matted with blood, each blow a brutal testament to their power. Claws slashed. Teeth snapped. Every movement was primal, a raw, instinctive dance fueled by hatred and ancient rivalry.

he shoots back at me I feel a power buzz from my core all the way through my body then out of me. The table that we sat at had been blasted to pieces and I looked around to see Yoda, Mateo and Yohan lying on the ground. Oh no, what did I just do? Mateo is the first to get back up on his feet. “Definitely isn't weak for sure” he mutters, brushing off the debris off him. The music stops and the gorgeous woman in red struts towards us like a raging bull. “We do not tolerate violence in this place” he says with a thick accent. His face morphs into a sneer as she points at the door.

I bit down on a curse, swung back, punch connecting with his jaw. Nova screamed, Isla crying, and I felt the fire rise—not just rage, but protection. Fury sharpened into instinct. Blade caught a man swinging a crowbar, spun him into another, then back to us. “You’re bleeding! We finish this!” Rafe staggered, smirk faltering. “You’re strong…but you can’t hold this storm forever.” “Watch me,” I hissed, blood dripping from my split lip, vision narrowing. Another wave surged forward, men and bikes. I fired, spinning, ducking, every shot aimed at Rafe’s men—weak points, unarmored flesh. Blade was a shadow beside me, precise, lethal.

The two of them collided in a blur of claws, teeth, and snarls, their battle turning into a brutal dance of life and death. Cruella stumbled back, her eyes wide with horror. This was no ordinary fight. She had seen werewolves battle before, but this—this was something else. Raze’s strength was terrifying, almost unnatural, and though Liam was a powerful Alpha, even he seemed to struggle under the intensity of Raze’s attacks. The two of them fought with everything they had. Each blow seemed to shake the earth beneath them. Blood stained the ground, and Cruella’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched the two titans battle for dominance.

So much for the theory of natural selection. Rage descends like a red mist and I give myself over to my wolf. He erupts, shifting in mid air ready to rip the throats out of anyone who would be stupid enough to square off with him. His roar makes the three idiots in front of us pause, give each other a hesitant sideways look, then without any semblance of self preservation they run right at us. Two of them pull knives from their back and the runt pulls a gun.

he spoke, and I was gradually getting tired of his tricks. “So you’re not only a midget but also a prototype?” I spoke, pointing at him. “Asking for help, yet insulting my man!” I didn’t have to turn before I could sense Rage’s presence all around me. “I’m sorry, but did you just say your man?” I asked, turning around to face Rage. He wore a red and white biker jacket, his back strapped by arrows and his hair messy—let’s not get into the sweat that smelled weird mildly by.

Ross roared. “As always!” Ryu replied. Ross and Ryu roared angrily. I stood there, wearing a more serious look on my face, awaiting my rival. The brothers had begun to power up and get bigger. They increased in size but not height. I guessed that they were at their limit and they couldn’t power up more than this. Powering up was a special ability of the Rage beast pack. No other pack can power up like them. The brothers looked scarier than before. Ross appeared behind me. I swiftly turned around, my eyes went bright on seeing how much speed he could attain in this form.

Short huffs and pants that were erupting out of my nostrils gradually slowed down and I flipped my hair sassing him as I rounded him to go back inside. "One, you don't yell. Two, we're not watching a fucking match now," I growled out with a heaving chest. I had no idea where the confidence came from but I didn't mind cursing or being rude to him right now. I had enough of his attitude and anger since morning. Five fights in a day? He was just begging me to resign.