Wild With Rage Novels & Stories

I yelled. " What? Are you sure?" Alpha Wildbreed asked. When I affirmed, he went to complain to Rosehip. The man ignored the allegation and refused to stop the fight. Alpha Wildbreed was mad, he stomped to his seat and remained angry and restless. It was clear that his hands were tied in the matter.

"Look. We have super abilities. I'm not joking. We literally can smell every component of that amazing shampoo that you usually use. Sometimes you switch to another, more like a pine tree meets an orange scent. I can see your blood passing through your veins, in your neck, in your wrists. I can hear your lungs and the air entering and exiting. Your heart beating. I can see a gap in your third and fourth right upper teeth and other things that I don't have to tell you." I ruminate on that. "So you have to focus on what you want and ignore the rest. If you are not trained..." "She lost it. Probably don't even know what to do. Acting only by instinct. Instinct of a wolf that was born a month ag

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

Ever since I had first shifted at the age of twelve -which was quite early for a werewolf- Rage had only ever come out when I was furious. I had first met Rage when I first shifted after the massacre of my pack. We never really spoke much but we were very much in tune and I never brought him out unless necessary. For lack of a better way to describe him, Rage was terrifying. With his midnight black fur and crimson red eyes, he had earned his name and his reputation as the most dangerous and deadly wolf in the East. And up until that day, he had never tried to come out without me bringing him. “What is wrong?” I asked him, glad that he was much calmer. “You almost hurt Nana”, I all but scolde

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

His scent reeked of deadliness and terror. Just a leap and his claws had dug into the neck of a rogue, the way he had cut its throat made others step back with fear. They knew they were losing already and were waiting for an avenue to escape before but with Wilder’s arrival, the next agenda was to escape alive. Wilder was a brutal and big silver wolf. The weakest ones began retreating while those who had power thought about going head on but his sharp claws made them think twice, the way he sank his fangs into their skins effortlessly was terrifying and within minutes, they were running away.

Without warning, I felt his fingers trail up and unzipped my pants, flittering underneath to grab my cock that was as hard as steel for both him and Stephanie. I couldn’t take it anymore or pass it off as an unintended touch this time around and I gripped his wandering wrist. I summoned all the anger I could and turned to face him, whispering, “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” He smirked, subtly trying to free his wrist, “Not like you aren’t enjoying it Piccolo.” I scowled at him, trying to keep my voice low as not to rouse Stephanie’s suspicions, she would probably be disgusted if she saw this.

The once human shifting rogue turned completely feral and started to attack not just those of us who had spoken to him, but also to everyone that was standing around. Pulling him back into the city, though, didn’t take the madness. He was lost and eventually I had to kill him. Reese wanted to try again, but I said no. At least not with a rogue who still had their mind in-tacked. It was impossible to catch a rogue that already lost their humanity. They were willing to fight to the death, and they wouldn’t allow themselves to get captured.

I threw my head back and loosed a howl that carried for miles…rage, promise, and pure terror for anyone who’d touched her. Then we ran. A hundred wolves exploding out of the gates like a black tide, paws thundering over frozen earth, breath steaming, bodies low and fast. ‘Kira,’ I thought as I leaped the outer wall in one bound, claws raking stone. I’m coming, princess. ‘Hold on.’ We hit the tree line and vanished into the shadows, a storm of fangs and fury tearing toward the heart of the Dark Zone.