Her Ruthless Warrior Novels & Stories

It was a war of two worlds, a war of two ideologies, a war for her soul. She observed them. Ash, a whirlwind of rage, his teeth bared, his eyes a cold anger. He was a force of nature, a vengeance animal, a protector of his mate. He fought with a ferocity she had never seen. He was a king, a powerful Alpha, a warrior who would die for his pack. She saw Blaze, a maelstrom of motion, his fury a wildfire, his sword a flash of silver. He battled with a brutal efficiency, his movements a dance of death. He was a storm of rage, a warrior who fought without terror, a protector of his mate.

I wanted to convince him somehow. He invaded my personal space, towering over me. Abruptly, my eyes widened in terror as something cold pressed against my throat. "One more word out of your filthy mouth, I'll silence you forever." He growled, his presence was intimidating, his dark aura possessing everything around him, including me. I had a feeling he would be dangerous but seeing it happening in real life terrified me. "You played with my feelings, my love for you is nothing more than a fucking game." He dragged the barrel of his gun down my stomach and pressed it. I swallowed hard. "I'll make your life a living hell. I won't be another Garnett Nino Bianchi. Your glorious days are over, Mr

Alexander roared. He didn't wait for a reply. He lunged forward with a suicidal intensity that only a man with nothing left to lose could summon. He was a Vance, a scion of the very empire these beings had helped foster, and he fought with the feral grace of a cornered wolf. He parried a blow from the obsidian staff, the impact vibrating through his entire skeleton, threatening to shatter his teeth. He pivoted, using the momentum to drive his broken blade into the soldier’s neck seal.

She took my face in her hands, her touch gentle, forcing me to look at her. “No,” she said, her voice firm and absolute, chasing away the shadows in my mind. “You are not him. He was cruel for the sake of power. He enjoyed the pain he caused. You are ruthless, Alessandro, yes. But you are ruthless for the sake of justice. You are ruthless to protect the people you love. You are ruthless to end a war, not to start one. There is a difference. Don’t you ever forget that.”

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

Rhychard fought the urge to draw his sword, thinking it a bad idea with a dead man behind him and cops on the way. "Who are you, and where is my brother?" Rhychard clenched and unclenched his fists. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" The elf cocked an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Warrior, everyone—Seelie and Unseelie alike—knows who you are. You are a Warrior of the Way, the first human Warrior to ever breathe." Rhychard took a deep breath. This popularity thing would be the death of him. "Where's my brother?"

That the part of me that was supposed to be my greatest strength became my greatest weakness. Shahar didn’t press. He assumed my silence was focus.I couldn’t afford to scare him or myself. The warriors and soldiers took their defensive positions. We waited, prepared. The rogues were terrorists from the South, notorious for their war crimes. Torturers. Murderers. The kind of men who didn’t just kill—they broke people first. Their leader was a lunatic with no mercy, a tyrant who marked anyone who stood in his way for death. I knew their strategy.

His dagger shimmered in the light, shadows crawling up his arms like dark veins, ready to tear through our defenses. “You cannot hide from me,” he hissed, circling us with inhuman speed. “You cannot escape the truth. You are mine, in ways you refuse to accept.” I felt a pulse of anger, a spark of defiance, and my Omega energy roared to life. The warrior mirrored me, matching every beat, every surge, every strike. Our power intertwined, creating a storm that even Rowan had to respect.

But if I wanted the ultimate triumph, I would have to try my hand at patience, and it would be the biggest challenge of my life. Nice? Her stupid naive head actually thought I was being nice, little did she know about sheeps being fed fat before they get slaughtered. I asked Beta Connor , my most trusted soldier and right hand man to get me Nina …I want her to come see, watch and know how ruthless I can be …a little something to shake her up and keep her on her toes with the thoughts of me being nice buried in that red head of hers The whore perched on the bed but got up when I entered. I unzipped my pants and shoved down my briefs.

There was no future for them. The man who was planning war against her pack. The man who wasn't hesitant to shed innocent blood. The man was known as the ruthless Alpha of the North. Her mom, Cath, Angela, Agatha, and her father stood at the entrance. But she straight on dashed into her room. Locking the door she leaned against it and slowly slid down. She hugged her knees to her chest and tears came falling out like a waterfall. Was it too much to ask for a good mate?