They Are Rage Brutal Novels & Stories

No one calls me Rage. "No one calls me rage except dad, no fucking one. You. Have. No. Fucking. Right. To. Call. Me. Rage." I explained and reached into my pocket, brought out my pocket knife and drew a long scar on her face as she screamed out loud in the sweetness of pain. I heard the door slammed open and I was pulled off her immediately. I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up.

A deep-seated fury burned within them, a fire that seemed to fuel their every move. Their eyes blazed with an unspoken rage, a rage that seemed to course through their very veins like liquid flame. Their arms moved with a swift, deadly precision, the edges of their blades slicing across the skin of their victims with a sickening ease. The slayers themselves were a terrifying sight to behold. Clad in black from head to toe, their faces masked by darkness, they seemed to blend seamlessly into the shadows. Only their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, a fierce light that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment.

Rage burned fiercely in their eyes like volcanoes on the verge of eruption. "You did all this?" Keagan roared angrily. He slammed his wooden staff against the ground with a heavy thud, sending an invisible shockwave outward that blasted the surrounding rubble away. "My Solaris Hold has no grudge against you. Why did you show such ruthless cruelty, slaughtering my sect's disciples and Elders?"

**** Alex stood still, immobilized by the rage within him. He couldn’t move for close to thirty minutes, his mind a chaotic storm. His face was twisted into a mask of fury and pain, his nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. It was a sound filled with vengeance, a warning that a storm was coming, and it would bring destruction. His fists opened and closed, almost crushing the device in his hand with his grip. Every part of him radiated lethal intent. He would stop at nothing to find those responsible and make them pay. Alex wasn’t just angry; he was a force of nature, ready to bring hell on earth.

Not sadness or even fear. It was rage.

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Maybe they are cousins or just friends. "Indeed, Grandpa. She is Elena, my beautiful mate," Rage said proudly that I almost hissed if only I was not reminded that we have a bunch of audience. I looked at him and slightly raised a brow. Looks like he is into acting. He is quiet good in this pretend thing. "Hello, Elena. Welcome to Phantom Pack. I'm Richard Black," Rage's grandfather welcomed me warmly. "Thank you, Alpha," I said, trying so hard not to sound too cold. But I also don't want to look strangely friendly. That is entirely out of my character.

“It’s the full moon tonight, cheer the fuck up! Or do you want me to order all this gear away? Force you to wank away your lonely night?” “No Alpha,” replied the group with sullen misery. Raze kicked a large black speaker, sending it clattering towards a group of men. I jumped backwards, almost landing on Quinn. “AGAIN!” “No Alpha,” we all replied in unison. Every persons back straightened up. Raze glared, his head high, looking down his nose at the ragtag collection he called his pack. “AGAIN!” he demanded, striding up to Brody, his nose almost touching. Raze thrust his arm up into the air, his claws fully extended, every muscle steel. My mouth dropped open, unable to do anything about the

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.