Wrath Of My Madness Novels & Stories

“No! It was your choice to be a monster! You were too insecure of my mom! She never cared about you. She never competed against you! You’re the only one making things worst!” “YES! SHE NEVER CARED ABOUT ME AND THAT PISSES ME OFF! She never cared about me because she thinks that someone mighty like her shouldn’t be wasting time with someone like me! She turned me into a monster!” “Fine, you are a monster. Blame my mom or anyone but you are still a monster! And I am destined to end a monster like you!” Madison’s sharp claws appeared as she strikes Mallory. She scratches Mallory’s face and it left three huge scratch marks. “The scratch from a werewolf’s claws... the only thing that immortal pow

Her name ripped out of my throat, leaving a raw feeling in my chest. Was I too late? Anger exploded in my chest, and I turned towards the wall, clenching my fists until they were white knuckles. Without restraint, I pummeled the wall, my blood staining the rough concrete wall. "Fuck!" I cried out in a hoarse voice, punching harder. The sickening crunch of my fracturing bones did not stop me. I was hovering at the edge of madness; I could barely feel the pain. "Fuck! Fu—"

The adrenaline surged through me, fueling my determination to rise above the betrayal. The sound of grunts and heavy breathing filled the room, blending with the pounding of my heart. I lost track of time, lost in the rhythm of my anger-fueled workout. The weights became my confidants, absorbing the weight of my emotional turmoil. With each exertion, I released a piece of the bitterness that threatened to poison my spirit.

It hit my forehead and when I touched my forehead the liquid immediately leaked from it which was definitely blood. He was very angry while clenching his fist. "Fuck you!" He giggled in anger while staring wickedly at me. "I will kill you now, bitch,"

**Winter's POV** I stormed out of the Elders' Hall, my heart a thunderous drumming within my chest, beating against my ribcage with a fury that echoed through my very bones. The gruesome sight I had just witnessed burned into my mind, filling every thought with flames of anger and pain. I sensed my wolf beneath the surface, its feral rage simmering, begging to be released, to unleash carnage on those responsible. But I knew all too well the danger of letting go in such a state. It would be chaos and destruction—no calculated justice or order, just raw violence and uncontrollable devastation. I'd let my wolf free in rage once before, and the memory of the aftermath haunted me.

I didn't scream nor make a sound not this time “You don’t fight back,” Mara said, disgust in her voice. “Not even worth the pain.” She leaned close, her hand grabbing my hair, pulling my head up. “You know why no one stops us?” I stared at her. “Because they want this. They want you gone.” Then she spat in my face. I hit the ground so hard as she let go, I hit my face on a stone and my face was covered in blood. They left laughing and I could hear their footsteps fading, silence returned

I guess he was probably imagining Maddie's face in the air with how he aggressively punched the air like he had got an opponent before him. All this while, I was already feeling my vision get foggy. However, I kept resisting myself from allowing the darkness to take over my sight ‘cause of my instinct, which kept warning me that it could be bad if I allowed the darkness to creep over my vision. Suddenly, the grumpy warrior ran towards Maddie but then stopped halfway before turning towards nowhere to rant out. I guess he was trying all his best to hold back his urges of charging at her. “What if that wolfless wrench also causes the same since she also looked into my eyes!” he yelled, his eyes

Atlas My fists pounded the punching bag with rhythmic fury, each strike sending dull vibrations up my forearms. The empty gym echoed with the sound of leather meeting skin, heavy and unrelenting. Sweat rolled down my back, soaking through my grey tank. My wolf, Echo, snarled inside me, a restless growl vibrating beneath my ribs, refusing to settle no matter how many times I exhaled to calm him.

“Fuck!“ “ 'Fuck' isn't the word you're supposed to be saying right now, Darrel,“ Aiden growled. “You're supposed to be apologizing to me. Apologize for letting another man touch you. You belong to me. No one else. Is that so hard for you to get through your head?“ He whipped me yet again, harder this time. “Apologize!“ “I'm sorry,“ I pleaded. “For what?“ “For letting another man touch me.“ “Good. Very good.“ Aiden tossed the whip across the room. Then he picked up a melting candle. “What are you doing with that?“ I stuttered. “I'm going to use this candle wax to brand you as mine, Darrel,“ he revealed. “So that you don't ever forget that.“

The sound was so immense, so heavy with pain, frustration, and exploding rage, that it seemed to vibrate the concrete walls surrounding him. Darren slammed his fist down onto the marble table with a sickening, deafening force. His knuckles split open instantly, painting the glossy dark stone with fresh, bright blood, yet he felt absolutely none of the physical pain. His hawk-like eyes burned a volatile, bloodshot red, consumed by a raging madness and a thirst for vengeance. "EZRAAAA!!!"