They Are Rage Brutal Novels & Stories

Is this some kind of style he as? "Yeah?" I answered which sounded more like a question. "Then promise me you will not open that smart mouth of yours until said otherwise." "Did you come back to annoy me or save me?" I asked ducking when Tom came to pull my hair and then rising to a standing position I kicked him the groin. He groaned and then stood on his knees wincing but then he took a knife out of his pocket and waved it in front of me. I looked at Sean for help but he just stood there holding onto Matt. He is a bully!

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”

“C’mon, old man! Is that all you’ve got? My baby sister hits harder than you.” Erik’s face reddened with the insult, and he charged sounding like a wounded bear. Brand easily parried the man’s blade and turned in a circle, coming up behind and putting the tip of his sword to the back of Erik’s neck. “Yield before I hurt you,” Brand said, his voice light-hearted.

Running like mad rogues. I mind-linked the rest of the pack in my rage, "Attack!"

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

It was that moment he felt he wanted to laugh but cannot find he breathe to laugh. "Kira my wind spirit, bring my anger upon those who took me ungrateful, within the gods who bestowed the Wind Spirit Kira, bring me the honor and bring me the justice to those who fall under my grips, you are granted to berserk my spirit." He mumbled to himself, however, that mumbled is not as what the man thought, he was talking to the spirit rampaging in this chamber, a spirit made for war, and a spirit is given by the gods that the East has worshiped.

He threatened her and she trembled. “There is no need to take me easy because there is no ordinary street vendor who is walking around in front of you. My name is Grasis Celab. I know how to correct your bad opinion. What will happen to you? Now you will know. What happened to you yesterday? Maybe you did not like it. Let’s start it again." She was terrified. The headache was rising. He was an animal. He was the best. He drank blood. How could she avoid it?

His entirely unrecognizable, heavily shredded face violently twisted entirely into a terrifying mask of pure, absolute feral rage. Rohan aggressively swung his massive, heavy right fist completely blindly, desperately trying to violently smash Aryan’s heavily bruised skull. But Aryan aggressively ducked completely under the wild, highly uncoordinated strike. With a completely ruthless, terrifyingly brute force, Aryan aggressively raised his completely shattered left arm, aggressively utilizing the heavy, solid fiberglass cast completely like a lethal, catastrophic weapon.

Luca pushes Aria and the baby behind Marco as Matteo slams into him, sending both men crashing into the railing. “LUCA!” Aria screams. They grapple, fists flying, boots scraping against slick metal. The railing creaks under the impact. Lightning flashes through the broken skylight, illuminating the struggle in sharp white light. Matteo hooks his arm around Luca’s throat. “You should’ve stayed in your place!” Matteo roars. “You were always meant to be under me—” Luca slams his elbow into Matteo’s ribs, then his jaw, breaking free long enough to shove Matteo back.

That magnetic field was present, an overwhelming force that stunned me for one, killing second. Then everything… the grief, the humiliation, the rage… detonated. "DIE!" I roared, the scream torn from my chest. I lunged, all my remaining fury fixed on the pathetic tip of the butter knife, sharp and pointed at the frosty heart I knew to be as stony as stone.