Wild With Rage Novels & Stories

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.

he begged, his voice cracking. I brought the flame close to his skin, the heat causing him to thrash against his restraints. His screams filled the air, but they only fueled my rage. I focused the flame on his arm, watching as the skin blistered and peeled away. He writhed in agony, his cries echoing in the pit, but I didn't let up. Not for a second. "You like to hurt people, don't you?" I growled, moving the torch to his chest. "You think you're tough? Let's see how tough you are now."

I nodded, teeth clenched as another hit. Three minutes apart. Fast. Too fast. He didn’t hesitate. “Hospital. Now.” “We can’t,” I gasped. “Walsh is still sending the files. We have to—” Another wave of pain bent me in half. Breath gone. Words gone. Alex grabbed my shoes, my bag, his keys. “I don’t care if the world collapses tonight. We are going.” Walsh followed us in her car, laptop open on her knees even at red lights. Every second felt like fire inside my body. My vision blurred. My breathing turned to tiny gasps.

Someone wanted us out of the pack and they succeeded. Not only did pain fill me, anger filled me too. I felt burning rage that almost tore me apart. My wolf began to howl aggressively and my legs might fail me anytime from now. A strong wind blew, making dust and broken wood fly in every direction. Lights flickered and it felt like someone had just called my name from the shadows. I looked at Veyra but she still had not stood to her feet. It did not seem like this was her handiwork this time. Something rose inside me. It was wild, sharp and hungry.

Rage, grief, confusion—everything coils inside my chest until only one thing can contain it. My wolf bursts forward. And I launch myself into the storm.

Rogues. The villagers scattered in terror, mothers dragging children inside, men grabbing whatever crude weapons they could find. But they were no match for wolves drunk on bloodlust. Aria’s wolf surged forward instantly. We cannot stand by. Aria’s breath hitched. She had no army. No pack. She was exhausted, and her body still throbbed with old wounds. But the moment she saw a rogue pounce toward a crying child, instinct drowned out hesitation. She ran. Her wolf burst forth mid-stride, white fur blazing like fire. She slammed into the attacking rogue, her teeth sinking into its flank. The beast yelped and rolled, but another immediately lunged.

I growled, jerking my head to the shocked woman who stood with her mouth open watching me. Rage had always been my weakness, after Elena. Blind, compulsive, and overwhelming rage. It was the same reason I had decimated the entire wolves of the Viper pack. Burnt them alive in their own castle, women, children, and lovers, and drunk in their anguished screams like sweet wine.

As soon as I sat on top of Rage, he stood up, and I immediately leaned my body forward, my arms snaking around his neck as I held on to him tightly. He began walking out of the broken cabin and headed in the opposite direction from where Thalia and I came from. “Where are we heading?” I asked although I knew I would never get an answer. Rage picked up his pace and began running faster through the wilderness. It was a chilly autumn, and although his fur was keeping my front warm, the wind was cutting through the skin of the rest of my body despite the clothing that I had. I chanted a spell to keep my body warm, and when I felt an increase in my temperature, I tilted my head up to see where we

“Ooohh, don't tell me your fucking the rich kid. He sure is slumming it, ain't he?” “You can shut the fuck up, right now!” You jump at the sound of the angry voice, surprised because you've never heard him raise his voice. Wilder is breathing heavy, glaring at her. “You don't speak to her or about her like that.” He growls at our mother. His hands are clenched at his sides and he looks furious. “You don't speak to your mother like that, you bastard!” Isolde yells at him, her face turning red. Her eyes look so wild that i am getting really worried.

Rage unlike anything I'd felt—even when killing Marcus—flooded through me. They'd taken my mate. On the day she was supposed to come home. After everything we'd survived. Everything we'd fought for. They. Would. Pay. Every single one of them. I'd tear them apart. Burn the world down. Whatever it took. Mandy was mine. And I was coming for her. **TO BE CONTINUED...** *Just when Tyler and Mandy were about to reunite after seventy-five days of healing and growth, a coordinated rogue attack tears them apart again. Now Tyler must rescue his mate from wolves who've targeted her specifically—and the real question is: who planned this attack, and why now?*