Wild With Rage Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, Blaze leaps into the fray, his fur bristling with fury as he launches himself at the nearest rogue, teeth flashing in a display of primal dominance. Alexa and Dexter, their own wolf form a blur of motion and grace, and join Blaze in the fight, their movements fluid and coordinating as they engage the rogues with a fierce determination. Alexa's sleek black fur glistens in the moonlight as she dances around her opponents, her agility a testament to her skill in combat. Dexter, a massive gray wolf with eyes as sharp as flint, moved with calculated precision, his strength a formidable force to be reckoned with.

Wolves shifted uneasily, the bravado bleeding from them in the face of such raw, united power. And then the earth itself seemed to groan. A steady thrum beat through the soil, like a war drum that matched the rhythm of hooves. Serenya strode forward, tall and unyielding, her presence carrying the weight of wild lands untouched by any pack. Her dark braid swung across her shoulder, her storm-blue eyes locked on the wolves who dared to defy peace.

They were a wild, unrelenting force, driven only by the thirst for destruction. Silas was already there, his massive wolf form—Rafe—surging forward with a growl that vibrated through the air. He was a storm of his own, charging headfirst into the fray. The sight of him filled me with a rush of adrenaline. He wasn’t just fighting for the pack; he was fighting for me, for us, and that thought only made the bond between us stronger.

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

He wanted me dead, and he had found a weapon. Blinded by rage, everything that happened around me was a blur. I stepped on the bones and crushed those that tried to stop me. I was unstoppable at this point. My only goal in mind was to draw this creature out and see how strong it was to be able to end the life of a Predator! “I think I've found something more interesting. Have fun at your town end.” I barely registered Wilder's words as I was consumed by the deepest emotions I was born with – rage.

Rage had drowned me whole. I lashed out, knocking him back, smashing into walls, breaking anything my hands touched. The world narrowed to one truth: she was slipping from me, and I couldn’t reach her. My wolf surged forward and I let him consume me. Bones cracked, muscles tore, fur ripped through skin. A snarl ripped free as I landed on all fours, the floor gouged beneath my claws. Then I was gone—bursting through the doors, tearing across the compound grounds into the wild.

I wasn't able to think properly due to the amount of rage that had consumed me. My wolf who had gone missing was now back equally furious. She clawed at the barriers, demanding release to unleash the seething heat within. I yielded without hesitation, granting her control as she surged forth, a relentless force of primal fury. I shifted into my wolf Riyaga. With her snow-white fur, blue eyes, and a crescent on her forehead, she looked regal. She had an unhealed scar spanning her neck which she'd earned while fighting a group of rogues.

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.

She watched as he whined softly, huffing under his breath, and then he sat, cocking his massive head to the side, his eyes finding her own, and Lisa felt a jolt from deep within. There was something eerily familiar about him, and the longer they stared, the less frightened she was until finally, mustering her courage, Lisa held out her hand. RAGE POV The skin side was restless, and so we ran, leaping through the thick foliage, over downed trees, and through small creeks; sometimes he would dart off, chasing rabbits and other small creatures, but Rage was always aware of his surroundings. A small group of wolves ran with him but knew to keep out of their Alpha's sight, watching him as Rage ra

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. "STOP! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I PROMISE." I yelled out and it stopped. I glanced at the security through my teary vision and saw a medical team escorting Mrs Jones out of her bloody mess of an office. Storm ran into my arms and I held him tight as I was forced and dragged out of her office. My hair was a mess and I was sweating profusely as words kept whispering itself out of my mouth. I couldn't control them. I couldn't stop them. My head made them. My mind kept telling me this was the right thing to do, the right way to act. They nee