Her Ruthless Warrior Novels & Stories

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

He grabbed the warrior's arm, twisted it behind his back, and then delivered a brutal kick to the man's spine. The warrior fell to the ground, paralyzed from the waist down. The last warrior, seeing his comrades defeated so easily, tried to flee. Blaze was on him in an instant, his hand plunging into the man's chest. He ripped out the warrior's heart, holding it for a moment before tossing it aside. The courtyard fell silent, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the terrified onlookers. Blood pooled on the ground, a testament to Blaze's lethal efficiency. He stood amidst the carnage, unscathed and unperturbed, his gaze cold and emotionless.

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

She doesn’t even know me. No Uncle, you’re just in love. To keep me going, I got busy at work, I become ruthless, ferocious and cold. The media gave me a title: Tiger of Asia. I go for the war with the enemies of the government. I don’t care if I die, I become reckless. I was so lonely and sad. I always think about her, wondering...if she is alright. I can protect and take care of her but I don't know where she is at.

'It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.' 🌹🌹 Athena and Vala (Part 1) 🌹🌹 Vala quickly rush and pushed off Ruthless with all her strength, but Ruthless didn't move, he was like a strong solid rock that refuses to move.

“Do you have any idea how many times I pierced into someone’s heart with this hand? Or a matter fact, how many dead bodies I ripped and look at the each vein? You wanted to kill me or Alex or Xavier? Do something and all I have to do is cut the right vein or a punch at the left side, you will be dead for good.” He moved a little. I know that move. It is to prove me wrong. But he could not snatch the knife from me and in his blink of eye, I aimed right at his neck. That’s what I did when Christopher attacked me. We were watching each other in the eye and mine are burning and his are freezing. That’s it. I win this battle. “I am going to get you arrested for this.” He said thought gritted teet

I said letting my emotions bleed into my statement. “I did, but just because I am your mate doesn’t make me lesser than you. I am to be your equal Cain. Not your precious little ornament that you only take down for special occasions. I am still a warrior. And a damn good one. Either you see that or you don't. But you do not get to turn me into your mindless drone with sex.” She cried out and using my wolf speed I moved around behind her and drew out my claws as I drew my claw downwards cutting the ropes off around her arms. I did the same to the ropes binding her legs to the legs of the chair.

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

Ryn said. Albert's lips quirked into a smile when he heard Ryn call his Warrior a cold-blooded killer. Albert would not deny it. What Ryn said was a fact. All Warriors in the Golden Moon Pack had a keen killing instinct. They were highly responsive to danger and would not hesitate to chop off an opponent's head while looking into their victim's eyes.