Brutal Intentions Novels & Stories

The alpha orders and the prince orders. But at the time the prince overturns his father's orders, they were with him. He was dominating over them and there was nothing they could do about it. Now they are to face the wrath of the father and the son was nowhere to be found. Who would come to their rescue? Lukas Briston was a man known for his mercilessness. He is brutal and without sympathy. When his wolf becomes mad for anger, he wouldn't remember past loyalty. Their lives were in their hands. At this point, they may have to be imagining breathing their last breath and waiting for his orders, orders that would silence them forever.

“You came here for the job only?” “Uh-huh.” She clicked her tongue. “So… um,” He scratched the back of his neck. It was getting difficult for him to keep this conversation going with her replying with single words. “What are your plans for the weekend?” "Oh, shit!" She screeched and then put her hands over her mouth. He applied brakes and looked at her "What happened?" "I left my file and my bag in Nora’s car. Shit, shit, SHIT!" She hit her forehead with her fist. “Hey, hey. Calm down.” He said with wide eyes.

“ You want to play games? We will play as much as you want but only after you are done understanding the part that you are my mate. You can push me and I will push you right back or you can talk it out with me and we can discuss it like grown-up adults, so take your pick.” “ You have to be kidding me!” She laughed as she pushed him away from her, surprisingly, he let her get away. “ You have to understand this Brutus, this kind of prank is seriously not funny anymore.” Before she could say anything something snapped and her wolf sat up straight, taking a step back inside her as Cain raised his head and smiled in a crazy psychotic way. “ Oh, you are f*cked sweetheart.”

his tone played on different notes at the same time, but on each note his voice dripped of cunning and malicious intent “You are such a sexy b*tch, yet you never let me touch you, how can I let you go that easily, besides it will always be me who will decide when to discard you... not you b*tch, time for you to know your place,” Each word that he spoke made a deep dent in her heart and soul, just how immune had she become to sensing people to not to have recognised his sick intentions and dirty nature “ I am so proud of myself today that I never let your filthy intentions cloud my sanity, I’m happy that I never crossed my line with you Raul, you are nothing but a disgusting, pathetic example

I suspected his intention was to humiliate me but now I knew for sure he had no intention of just humiliating me he also wanted to kill me and again he punched my throat “You are going to die here today and there is nothing anyone can do about that” he and then tore into my torso again after saying that, his intention is not to kill me at once if not he would have done that easily but he wanted me to be helpless and humiliated in the process and it was working as I was bleeding on my torso, my ribs have been shattered, probably a puncture lung and he has crushed my windpipe. I was going to die here today I could feel it.

The man fell down in defeat. Two other wolves rushed towards him. Ian growled his eyes still glowing the brightest shade of green as his feral part took over. One by one they came at Ian and he took one of them and broke their limnbs and used it to beat him to a bloody pulp."Don't be so cocky beta, you'll doe here"One of the wolves side as he snarked at Ian.Ian smiled a dangerous smile at him.

I said, displaying it to him with my other arm. “Damnit, I…I must have snatched it by accident," he murmured, loosening my arm, but I was not about to let him go. "You certainly have horrible intentions; perhaps you simply want to kill me, what a husband I have," I murmured, twisting my arm, but the agony was too intense. “Ouch!" I said as he tried to hold my hand but I held back. "Let me —" "It is okay, I will manage; you may as well leave," I murmured, adding, ‘Brutal dog’ in the back of my brain.

Brave. Too brave. Vax’s expression hardened. “Your choice, Alpha.” He raised the knife. “Wait” I started. He drove it into the young wolf’s side. Not fatal. But brutal. The boy collapsed. Screaming. Everything inside me snapped. Control shattered. Power exploded outward. Not rage. Intention. The air pressure dropped. Violently. Guards stumbled. Some fell to their knees. The ground cracked beneath my feet. My eyes flared red. Fully. Undeniably.

I had suffered more pain than this, but I was tired, both physically and mentally. “My, you have such soft skin. No wonder Vitale fancies you.” “You know, until now, I’d only heard rumours about bratkis being sneaky bastards. They kill. They maim. They torture. But they attack from behind like cowards.” He gritted his teeth, his meaty breath fanning my face. I scrunched my nose and seethed. “That’s how you attacked me. From the back. Sick fucks! I bet you treat your mothers and sisters like whores too.”

Bruce stated sternly. “Oh, come on,” Trevor said with a grin. “Where’s your sense of humor?” “Here’s one you might like, Bruce,” Christopher began. “The Brut and the Bitch.” “Oh, good grief!” Bruce exclaimed with disgust and walked to the bar. “Ah, here’s a good paragraph,” Christopher said with a smirk. “Bruce smacked the mistress’s ass as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She reached up and grabbed the front of his brown hair –”