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

“You can drop the formalities.” Helion leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his white tank top. He’s one of the young ones–twenty-five–full of spite and fire. I was like him once. Ready to burn the world at the slightest inconvenience. That type of man is actually the kind of warrior I want in my ranks. They’re the hardest to break but the best in situations that require immediate action, when the body must separate from the rational mind. What kind of monster have I become?

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.

Cladded in expensive things from head to toe but he had a rusty unkind heart. _______________

“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

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.