Wild With Rage Novels & Stories

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

The window shattered, the storm rushed in, and before I could stop it, my body lunged through. Rain lashed against my fur. The forest blurred around me. The scent of wet earth and blood filled my nose, driving me mad. My heart pounded like a war drum. My paws hit the mud with the strength of something unstoppable—but aimless. I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stop. I howled into the storm, the sound echoing with pain and pleading. For a moment, I wasn’t Rae anymore. I was rage. I was fear. I was the wild thing I’d tried so hard to bury.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

Applied a fresh layer of wolfsbane salve that made my nose wrinkle. Aiden didn’t stir. When she was done, she placed a hand on my shoulder. “He’s strong. He’ll fight. Just keep being here.” She left, and I sat. My fingers brushed his. And that’s when the rage came. Not panic. Not grief. Rage. Pierce might be dead—but the wolves that supported him were not. Not all of them. I clenched my fists, the fury rising like a tide I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t know who they all were.

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.

After everything they’d done to me and Cillian, seeing them run from me was satisfying. “You okay?” I called out to Aiden as I rammed the ATV into a tall, hefty man. The gray wolf with dark lines down his nose nodded. “Go.” I didn’t need to tell them again. AP and Aiden split and went in different directions, making sure to cut off the Raze’s escape. Pausing, I closed my eyes to focus on Cillian. I knew he was close by. I could feel the cord bound to my soul vibrating. The vibration was strange and erratic. Rage ignited within me and roared to an inferno in a matter of seconds. The anger boiling within me tasted sour on my tongue. The pounding of my heartbeat was almost painful, and my chest

My people around me were dying in terrible torment. Liam was struggling with a demon to keep him at bay and Teresa got pinned to the fence with Lettice’s hand on her neck. She was struggling to free herself from that grip of death. My blood was already boiling, and I was breathless with rage. Fury flowed through me like lava from a volcano and it poured out all those times she hurt my family. It all pulsed through my veins like roaring in my head. I will fight this chaos with my rage. Anger curled black and unstoppable in my gut like a blazing inferno burning me from inside out. My pulse sped up, and I could no longer control my wolf. Neither did I want to. It was time for his release.

Rhys Rage was building inside me like a storm threatening to break. The attack outside had stirred something primal within me, and I could barely keep it contained. My wolf was pacing restlessly, its fury a mirror of my own. I’d never fought before, but the intense urge for action surged through me. It was as if my wolf knew what it wanted and was desperate to act.

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr

The Rage reaches for her and I’m screaming but I can’t move, can’t protect her, can only push as my baby forces its way into a world that’s ending. Warriors throw themselves at the entity and are obliterated. Alistair shifts into his massive black wolf and charges. The freed children use what power they have left to create barriers that shatter instantly. Nothing works, nothing stops it. The Rage’s appendage is inches from Tempest when the baby crowns. The healer is shouting something about one more push and I push because what else can I do, and the baby slides into the world with a sound like reality sighing. A boy.