Wild With Rage Novels & Stories

Golden light flowed from my fingertip, sinking into the cage's seal. BOOM! The seal shattered, and a black mist erupted from the cage. The mist coalesced into a ten-foot-tall demon. It had blood-red eyes, razor-sharp claws, and an aura of pure fury. A normal wolf would tremble before it. "Freedom!" the Rage Spirit roared, its voice thundering through the forest. "I'm finally free!" Then it saw me. Just a young woman. I seemed no threat at all, sitting calmly on a rock, just watching.

He leaves, and I stay. I stay. I am strong. I am. I am. I am. I want to unleash the rage, unleash the anger, unleash the truth. I want to let the wolf loose, let it tear at him, let it tear him apart. I want to be raw, I want to be uncontrolled, I want to be unrestrained, I want to be wild. But I don’t. I am Mara Wolfe. I am strong. I am Mara Wolfe. I dig my nails into my palms, and the blood rises, rises like the rage, rises like the hurt, like the pain, like the truth, like the truth that is mine, that is mine.

Where she can meet her inner wild self with a bold smile. As soon as the door shut behind her, without waiting for any more seconds he pressed her back to the door while he hovered over to claim her lips like a hungry wolf who wanted to eat her up right directly and she openly welcomed him to do that as her hands went to his back head to clenched on his hair scalp and pull his face closer to get a small bite on his lower lip. He almost turned to wilder with her strides and they both lost in pleasure, lust, and desire at this moment. They don't care anymore for foreplay because they already heated up enough to do the task and both wanted the main course.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

She used to ask her mom if her dad is visiting but as usual he never did until her mom asked her to stop asking about it. As the years passed by, Kate grew up as beautiful as her Mom. Some people said they looked like sisters. She has exactly the same facial features as her mother. Her eyes, nose and hair color is the same as her Mom. They had a very nice relationship as a mother and daughter until her mom passed away few months ago after fighting from a cancer. Her father never showed up since he left them and never heard from him. Kate’s sadness from losing her mom and her parent’s separation was changed with anger towards her father. Sometimes she’s asking why he never even bother coming

I felt offended by the accusation even though the wound on my arms protested otherwise. “Xyrra, your father is a rogue.” I frowned. “A what now?” “Rogue. Rogues are werewolves that have either left the pack of their own free will or been kicked out of their pack. In your dad’s case, it was the latter, he was banned from his pack.” Despite everything else, I felt my body tense. “Are you telling me that my father is a criminal in your world? As in he has broken some of the werewolves’ laws or something?”

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.

As they hit the edge of the woods, Tess glanced back – Liam was fighting Cath, Ryder watching with eerie intensity. And then, the woods exploded in a howl. The sound sent shivers down Tess's spine, like the earth itself was screaming. She stumbled, Fred catching her, as Ethan's fingers flew across his guitar strings a wild, pulsing beat that seemed to match the chaos. The howl cut through the night, and for a moment, everything froze. Cath's wolves paused, their eyes flashing with confusion. Ryder, still in wolf form, turned to stare at Tess, his gaze piercing.Liam burst through the trees, his eyes glowing with a fierce light. He was a wolf now, massive and dark, moving with deadly speed. He

His tongue claimed her mouth as he pushed her legs wide apart on the bed. “Damn it, Isla,” he growled. His penis pressed hard against her entrance. “You are so incredibly wet, just for me. I am going to utterly ruin you.” He thrust into her again. His pace this time was even harder, more brutal than before. Isla cried out loudly, her fingernails digging into the fine sheets as he made fierce love to her. She could feel a second orgasm building rapidly, her body trembling and shaking with the fierce, overwhelming need for release.

She clung to him frantically, maddened by the speed and her own lust, terrified yet exultant. She was no longer Karen but a wild warrior woman, a Valkyrie riding the storm clouds to gather up the bodies of dead heroes from the battlefield and carry them to Valhalla on the back of her warhorse. And Spike was Siegfried, super hero, about to claim her as his bride. The majestic chords of Richard Wagner’s The Ring thundered through her brain, and she found herself singing aloud.