They Are Rage Brutal Novels & Stories

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

The darkness threatened to pull me under, as screams and cries of the past rang in my ears. Shit! As I fought back my past, Rain regained his bearings. He turned his head with terrifying precision, his powerful jaws clamping around Ryan’s scruff. He ripped the other wolf away and slammed him down, his growl so deep it rattled bones. Every movement was calculated, brutal, and unrelenting. This was how rogues fought… Dirty, cheap, and without mercy! My heart was in my throat. My chest so tight I couldn’t breathe. Shit!

Rage clouded my vision. They were going to pay for this…

He was with Dad, protecting the pack just as fiercely. I wasted no time. My wolf surged forward, taking on the Rogue fighting with Derick. Rage’s claws dug into its flesh, tearing into its neck with brutal precision. The sound of flesh tearing, bone snapping, was a melody of violence. I could feel Rage’s satisfaction, but there was no room for enjoyment. We had work to do.

Blaze, his rage a blazing inferno within him, fought with a primal ferocity that left the rogues reeling, his every movement a symphony of raw power and controlled aggression. As the battle rages on, the tide of the fight turns in favor of Blaze, Alexa, and Dexter, their combined strength and unity proving to be an unstoppable force against the rogues. Together, they fight as one, a well-oiled machine of teeth and claws that moves with a synchronicity born of years of shared bonds and unbreakable loyalty.

Roric shrugged, "It comes from overpowering anger. The name rage comes fr there. It's fueled by emotion. By fury. By—" "By loss of control." I said it quietly. Both of them stopped. I leaned forward in my chair. The wheels creaked—just slightly—and the sound seemed to fill the room. "Do you know," I said, "how a Rage Wolf gets its name?" Tavish's brow furrowed. "I just said—"

His eyes were venomous, his body rippling with pent-up aggression as he charged at Havoc. The collision of the two wolves was a spectacle of raw, brutal power. Adam's wolf was fearless, launching himself at Havoc with a ferocity that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. He swiped viciously, his claws searching for any weak spot, his teeth bared in a snarl of pure rage. Havoc, equally formidable, parried each attack with skilled manoeuvres, countering with powerful strikes that were calculated and brutal. "Sage, how can they be so brutal and yet so... precise?" I uttered, stunned by the sheer intensity of the fight before me.

Rage will be a small word to describe what the Alpha triplets were feeling at the moment. They wanted to burn the whole fucking world, shed bloodbath everywhere and make everyone cry for mercy. Even after killing Oliva with their bare hands, the rage within them didn't end. The sight of their previous little Aurora, crying as she was whipped with blood trailing down her back appeared in their mind again and they released a earth shattering growl which made everyone tremble like a leaf.

Rage's face lit up with a radiant smile as he took my hand in his, his eyes shining with tears of joy. "My Queen, I am immortal, my years are 900 in all," Rage said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are the first one to ever give me a child!" I kissed his lips, and he responded with fervor, devouring me with all the passion he possessed. His hands gently touched my belly, his eyes shining with pride. His older brother, Storm, and younger brother, Rett, and the rest of his men, applauded loudly, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Niklaus joined us, hugging me tight and pulling Rage into the embrace, a rare display of affection from him.

The old man's hand is still in my grip. "Take out your money." He tried to order. Oh man! I had imagined more. These are just random roadside thugs. Sweat formed on her forehead and she looked frightened. The guy held knife at her neck, glued himself to her body and I didn't like it,not even a bit. Her pupils dilated,chest raised and fell heavily. A little amount of blood on the surface of the knife that was held at her neck made appearance and the next moment, all I know is I kicked the old man in his manhood, jumped onto the bastard who dared to drew her blood. Everything happened so quickly. I am on the man, dismantling his face. I heard her screaming,the other two men trying to drag me a