Wild With Rage Novels & Stories

she signaled for another glass of her drinks to the bartender. “Whatever it is, as long as I can, I won’t miss the chance to get your help,” he answered. Then he turned his seat to face her side. He extended his right hand and introduced himself. “Voltaire Woods.” Scarlett gave his hand a gaze. It was looking rough and very manly. Then her eyes slowly went up to see his face. She smiled when she saw a face too opposite to how ugly his hand looked. He had a very prominent aristocrat facial feature. He is an Adonis on his face, but his hands were like a blacksmith's. "Wow, good thing the hand is not what people would first see when you meet them," she playfully teased. She could not help herse

her furious shout that referred to Lana then threw the glass she was holding. She wanted to be hysterical, she wanted to kill someone, and she wanted to retaliate right now. That's why her hand seemed to have a mind of its own when she took a pair of scissors out of the drawer of the sideboard. And then angrily broke Lana's face in the magazine.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit.

I roar my own release as my body jerks from the force of my orgasm and I sink my canines into Reagan’s marking spot. The mind link snaps into place just in time for me to hear her mentally scream as another orgasm rips through her. I can feel her power, her light, her inner beauty as it blasts into my mind and my soul, pushing the last remnants of the feral out of us. It feels like a light was turned on in the dark depths of my mind. Clarity and sanity return with force, and I wrap my arms around my mate as our wolves continue to push their venom into each other, claiming the other as theirs. The overwhelming relief that I feel along with all the other emotions inside me is almost too much t

Rafael—she pushed him away with all her strength and, crying, immediately searched for the blanket to cover her nakedness. Lexie’s heart almost melted as she glanced at Ram Jordan’s confused reaction. Even though he was bewildered, she could still see the anger in his eyes as he shifted his gaze between her and Rafael. “I-it’s not what you think, Ram… please…” She begged, but Ram was like a tiger ready to kill. His gaze shifted to Rafael, who was just getting up. She let out a small scream when Ram approached him and punched him hard, causing Rafael to fall back down.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

Talia lunged toward the nearest wolf with a grizzly snarl, muscles rippling beneath her fur. The forest exploded with motion—leaves whipping, earth scattering under her paws as she slammed into Bradly's side with bone-rattling force. Her teeth snapped inches from his muzzle, hot breath steaming in the cold air. The old wolf snarled back, a low, guttural sound that trembled between fear and defiance. It was enough to spark a fresh surge of rage through her.

That motherfucking son of a bitch! Making my decision to finish this rogue first, I unleash my rage on him and attack him rapidly. Clawing and slashing at his shoulders and hips, I don't give him a chance to stand and continue with my beating. Suddenly, someone barrels into me from the sides pushing me off Xanthos. A sandy brown coloured rogue, the salivating one, comes to attack me and I temporarily shift my focus from Xanthos to this rogue and as predicted Xanthos's wolf runs away in to the dark forest leaving the witch and this rogue on their own. Coward!

But I obviously know she had I can sort of sense her with her been my mate so I know she is alive but that is about as much as I can get from the mate thing since we never fully mated or claimed each other, but I fully intend to when we find her and we will find her I know we will I will not give up she is mine and no one else and my wolf of going mad he knows she a horse as strange as it is but he still sees her as his and that is all he cares about. We've looked all over the packs that soo round us and some have mentioned that there are a family of wolves they don't belong to a pack but they have a horse ranch and they are well know, for capturing wild horses either taming them and selling

Without ever showing him—showing everyone—that she was more than just a weak omega. Rage flooded her system, hot and fierce. She twisted in the russet wolf's grip and sank her teeth into his throat. He released her with a choked yelp, stumbling backward. But there were still three more. The lead rogue shifted back to wolf form—a massive black beast with yellow eyes. He stalked toward her slowly, savoring her fear. This was it. Aria was injured, exhausted, and completely outmatched. Then, from somewhere in the forest, a howl split the air.