His Ruthless Redemption Novels & Stories

‘I just don’t want to have to see that sick shit again. Even though I killed quite a few people, there was never a time I thought of eating them. Just remembering that left me sick and with the heebie jeebies. ‘But it could help.’ Anna reminds me. ‘And aren’t we trying to show them that we aren’t the enemy?’ ‘No amount of showing will prove that.’ I sigh, leaning forward against the banister in front of me and lifting my gaze to the city beyond again. ‘After everything we’ve done, there is no redemption.’

The three rouges exchange their gaze with each other. "What made you think that we lend you the information," the rouge said with a smirk. I smiled wickedly at them. "So, you didn't give me a choice," I told them coldly. "It's a pleasure to kill the ruthless alpha of the continent," one of the rouges said and shifted to his dirty black wolf. He lunged at me with his sharp canine but I grab his throat. My right arm morphs into the sharp claws of Atticus and rips his throat, his dead body falls to the ground.

River's eyes were already switching from golden to red and to black when they arrived the pack and by that, Neil noticed the man almost wasn't in control of himself, he was always able to control himself but he didn't look like he could this time. His dangerous wolf, Dmitri was raging to surface but River didn't want to allow him and both continued fighting for dominance. River had three sides in him and probably more but Neil didn't know. The golden one was his human side, the red one was his wolf side and the black one was.... that side. The other side he came from. Neil immediately rushed after River in case Dmitri took over because that wolf really didn't seem to recognize anyone but it'

"Embrace As Derek extended his hand in a gesture of redemption, a surge of conflicted emotions washed over Khalif. The realization of his own actions, the betrayal, and the profound emptiness that consumed him collided within his being. The battle had awakened a glimmer of self-awareness buried deep within his soul. With great effort, Khalif slowly reached out and grasped Derek's outstretched hand. His grip was weak, his strength depleted from their relentless combat. A flicker of hope illuminated Derek's eyes as he pulled Khalif to his feet. "Redemption is a path fraught with challenges, Khalif," Derek spoke softly, his voice filled with a mix of compassion and caution. "But it is a path wo

When they returned I waited for them to say something positive but they say they saw nothing and no traces of any kind. Then my mind rang at Roland's words "returning honor to our name," and you and others Alpha created this death fate for us." I began to ponder if any Alpha gave them such a promise because only an Alpha is the only one that has the right to return honour to a rogue except someone is impersonating any Alpha. I mindlink everyone to keep their identity hidden and everyone that their identity had been revealed should always be on guard because we are yet to get the enemy.

Hannah immediately walked over and leaned close to me, whispering in my ear, "Check out your nine o'clock." I turned my head and looked over, only to find it was Zander. Since he was gazing my way while walking over, our eyes met. "Ms. Johnson." In just two seconds, he was already in front of me. Today, he rocked a red suit which usually screamed power and passion. The bright color clashed beautifully against his Alpha vibe, highlighting his undeniable leadership charm even more. His handsome face, accentuated by the red suit, appeared even more resolute and determined, making it difficult for anyone to look away.

The cloud of euphoria I was existing in vanished and a feeling of numbness spread through me. Staring at the pictures spread out on the floor, I try to open my mouth to speak but no words are formed. I look at the man I can barely recognize with cold eyes and a freezing aura, the man who some minutes ago fucked my brains out in the best way possible. The Robert standing before me now is the ruthless businessman who is famed for his tenacity in getting what he wants.

and his scent was the overwhelming, suffocating smell of a pack that had never been "Purified." To the "Reader" in the sky, this was the "Alpha-Prime"—the version of the hero before the "Redemption Arc" ruined his "Edge." "The 'Redemption' was a detour, Silas," the Draft-Silas said, his voice a rhythmic, grinding vibration that sounded like the grind of tectonic plates. "A three-year 'Character Study' that slowed the momentum. The Reader has requested a 'Return to Form'. They want the 'Cruel Alpha' back."

I uttered stoically and coldly while I leaned my back against the soft sofa I was sitting on, “It is the corpse of a man who tried to kill Alpha Alec for his position as the Alpha of the Agarwood. One of my intelligence told me that this man wanted to stop and destroy the alliance but failed. I sent men to hunt him after he escaped and became a Rogue.” Alpha Randalf looked at Alpha Alec who was pale with humiliation while looking at the dead man in front of them and I enjoyed that look on his face, “Y-Young Alpha, I-I appreciate the gift. T-Thank you.” Alpha Randalf immediately gestured his men to remove the corpse away from the place and nervously raised his glass once again, “To the victor

"Now it's your turn. Where can I find that documented information on VH14?" I found myself at a loss for words, struggling to comprehend the audacity of the man standing in front of me. How could someone be so ruthless, so callous as to turn their own soldiers into mindless killing machines, all for the sake of power? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but before I could say anything, a sharp slap across my cheek jolted me back to reality. Through the ringing in my ears, I heard his voice again, demanding an answer to his question. But I couldn't bring myself to speak. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening.