Her Ruthless Warrior Novels & Stories

Alex's POV I walked into my organization with a smile and everyone scurried to their seats. James walked towards me with a grin on his face. "So are you ready to lose your company?" He asked. I looked at him before looking outside. "I don't think you should talking to me early in the morning." I answered He chuckled. "You're still arrogant." "I can't stop being arrogant, I'll fight to the end." "Death is the end," he reminded with a smirk. "Be ready to pay the price just like Lisa because you'll be the next person walking out of this organization."

Instead, they sent Nero to the war front, a meat grinder where they expected him to perish. But Nero defied their expectations. He became a legend—the King of War. His island-honed skills—martial prowess, medicinal healing, strategic genius—made him unstoppable. He moved through battlefields like a phantom, felling enemies with lethal precision. His knowledge of herbs and remedies, learned from Draco’s ancient wisdom, saved countless allies, stitching life back into broken bodies. His strategies turned New Delta City’s defenses into an impregnable stronghold, its walls whispering his name. His rage, once a raw wildfire, was now a honed blade, sharp and unyielding, its edge set on one goal: v

"Aiden, I want you to throw those men back into the dungeon. I want her to have the mindset that she's the reason those men died. Let her feel that pain for once " I gasped at her words. "That's harsh!!" My wolf growled and I groaned. "What's this mum? Why are you reacting this way and taking this so personally? You know how she would react if things aren't done in her way and she would kill you without thinking!!" I bellowed at her. "And my son would sit and watch her do that? Are you threatening me with her words?" She cried out and I cursed ok exasperation. "It's not a threat mum, I killed her mum and I would not let her touch you but it's going to be hard. For crying out loud Tahira Is a

His voice dripped with venom as he uttered a chilling threat, promising that no mercy would be granted to those who had dared to harm what was his. Haider's anger knew no bounds, his cruelty matched only by his unwavering resolve. He was a force of nature, a merciless storm that swept away everything in its path. The world trembled before him, and even his closest allies knew better than to stand in his way when his fury was unleashed. In the realm of ruthless mafias, Haider reigned supreme. His anger was a weapon, honed through years of navigating the treacherous underworld. Those who crossed him would come to know the true meaning of fear, as he showed them the full extent of his wrath.

Undoubtedly, his actions would drive these people to the brink of insanity. The vampires stood in tense anticipation, their nerves and excitement palpable as they prepared for the imminent battle. This fight would serve as a crucial test of their worth to their kind, and they were determined to prove their value. The clash of swords echoed through the air as the battle commenced. The protective barrier that once guarded the palace and its sprawling grounds had been obliterated. "Kill those people on my orders!" Alaric's voice boomed with authority as he yelled at the top of his lungs. The sound of his voice echoed through the ears of all his comrades.

“Well, I got to live another day in this fucked earth. Thanks for that by the way.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled big at her. She shook her head and slipped out of the door. I tried to adjust my lying position so I was on my side but every part of my body ached. I glanced down at my body. I was still in my stained clothes. I felt bad about the dirt getting on the bedcovers, but I didn’t do it intentionally. The Wolf Slayer. He saved me from the warrior. Why? I’ve heard he treated woman badly. He has lovers but they were all scared of him. It wasn’t because I was his mate. That definitely didn’t mean much to men like him. I wasn’t understanding any of it.

Above all, I couldn't help the question constantly nagging in the back of my mind. Why wasn't he acting on his anger? It was obvious by the way his jaw was twitching and vein bulging in his throat that he was suppressing it, controlling it. He was alone. Without any warrior in sight. But there was no doubt that he didn't need anyone. Alpha Nicholus was the greatest warrior of the time, the most brutal and ruthless of all. If he had wanted then he could easily approach us, drag us out of the helicopter, and lock us in his dungeons for the rest of our lives.

A menacing laughter erupted from my lips as thoughts of what I would do to her ran down my head. I was certain that she felt I would fire her as a result of what happened the previous night. But I wouldn't. No matter what Lilith does to me or anyone, she will never be sacked. Rather, I would chip off her wings, feather by feather, until she was left with nothing to fly with. I would break her beyond repair. Only then would she submit to me as her Alpha. When I was done with her, I would dump her. She won't challenge me now or in her next life. She would understand why people referred to me as the Ruthless Alpha.

My vision is blurred from the blow, but I still see death in their eyes. “Any last words?” Kane asks, flexing his claws. I close my eyes, thinking of Andrew, of Selene and Daciana, of Luna’s still form by the tree. At least I tasted freedom, however briefly. A roar like thunder explodes through the clearing. When I open my eyes, a man stands between me and the warriors. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, with jet-black hair and an aura of deadly grace that makes my breath catch despite everything. Even injured and feverish, I can’t help but notice how devastatingly handsome he is—strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and an air of dangerous authority that makes the warriors step back in obvious terror.

“And I appreciate that. More than you know. But I need you to understand just how bad this is. The rogues in there… they’re not like the ones we usually deal with. They’re feral. They enjoy the killing.” “Doesn’t matter, Alpha,” another warrior, Rhys, stated simply. “If the Luna needs those herbs, we get them. End of story.” I looked at their determined faces. There was no hesitation, no fear that they would show me. Only resolve. They were ready.