His Ruthless Redemption Novels & Stories

Then fear s***** in his hazel eyes as they landed on mine, and his expression dropped further, his grip on Michelle getting even tighter, and I desperately wanted to know what was going through his head, "Babe, do you know her?" Michelle asked in a soft tone, glancing over at me and then staring at Luke with a hint of confusion written on her face as well. This was it, the moment for him to finally redeem himself, for him to prove to me that he meant it when he said that he loved me, this morning and that this is all just a misunderstanding. "No." Luke coldly said, looking into my eyes, and I felt all hope leave my system,

“I’m trying like hell not to lose my soul to Mira’s influence—or to my own destiny as the Destroyer.” He swallowed hard. “I feel the pull,” he admitted. “It’s tempting. It actually feels… good to lean into it. To be ruthless. To be cruel.” His head bowed, shame heavy in his posture. “And I hate myself for that.” Raven stepped closer, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. “No worries, brother. We do what we can—for now.” They led Luca toward a cabin nestled among the trees. Smoke curled warmly from the chimney, the scent of cedar and hearth fire grounding him immediately.

They were in no position to bear those losses. They frantically call their friends, but no one responded. They desperately contacted anyone who'd ever owed them a favor, but none helped. Rudra smirked in satisfaction as he watched the destruction he wrought. It seemed no one was willing to test him. The part of his soul that once would have balked at the idea of widespread fear rejoiced. Fear was good. Fear was what he needed if he intended to safeguard those precious to him. "Try, still, it's not enough. Not for what they did." A ruthless, cold, and dark look appeared on his face remembering what happened yesterday. His gaze turned murderous and deadly.

“Then what do you want from me?” Lance leans forward, the intensity in his eyes pinning her down. “I want you to fight.” She blinks, stunned. “Fight?” He nods once. “Wade. Houston. The people who ruined both our lives. You want redemption? Then you’ll stand beside me and destroy them piece by piece. You’ll taste the same venom I swallowed for years. You’ll claw your way back with me, not as a victim—but as someone who can burn them all to the ground.”

How devastating! Up until today, the betrayal was still fresh in his memory; their burning gaze full of hatred and the sneers—everything was still vivid. They cast him away without looking back, ripping off his status and rank. That night in the wilderness he vowed he would never be faithful to any Alpha. He swore vengeance; he would destroy those who ruined him. Living in the forest had shaped his life from another angle. Years of dwelling in the wilds had toughened Rylan. He learned to be hungry, to survive and endure his faith, and he turned into a beast. He was a rogue feared by many. His scent sent chills to the mind of anyone who got a whiff of it.

“Now I see she made no mistake. Because she gave me a reason to fight for something greater than possession.” Rose looked startled, unsure whether to be wary or moved. “And what’s that?” He met her eyes, and for a fleeting moment, his walls lowered. “Redemption.” I studied him, trying to read the lie but I didn’t see one. Maybe there was a man beneath the mask after all. One who had lost more than I realized. Still, trust wasn’t something I offered freely. “If you stay,” I said slowly, “you stay under my rule. No hidden games. No veiled threats.”

Trevor responded showing his approval. "Your majesty but there is nothing special about Miss Crystal, she won't be able to free you from your curse. why do you think she is the one?" Lorcan questioned. "She is Lorcan, I saw it. She is the key to letting my wolf out of his cage, it's been hundreds of years already. I can feel it." Trevor remarked determined and hellbent that crystal was his redemption. "Yes your majesty, I believe your words if you think so." Lorcan simply nodded, he trusted the king's judgment because the king was like a god to him.

Axel had adopted them and made them his own after seeing the way they were being mistreated by the family. I thought Axel had helped them by being kind-hearted, but who knows he has seen into these kids and knew their potential. The twins, as young as they were, had a lot of talent. Little Nine, as young as he is, is a sharpshooter, while Little Red, got his name from his red hair, is a fighter. Axel had trained them hard, just for them to be his bodyguard. That's why I am being conflicted right now because Axel never helps anyone for free.

He notices me staring at him and I immediately avert my gaze back to my laptop. After a brief moment of silence I look at him and I discover that he has the roll of his shirt sleeves to his elbow revealing the sexiest pair of veins. I'm a sucker for beautiful veiny hands and Carter has the most perfect veiny hands. Oh God I want to run my tongue through them and see if those veins means that he has enough power to hold me up on the wall why he does dirty things to me with those hands.

Ruslan is a real Alpha—one who’s fought, who’s led his pack, one who’s had everything ripped away from him. And that thought won’t leave me alone. He was once a leader, someone strong and powerful, respected. But then it was all destroyed. His pack gone, his family gone. And he was left ... like this. A vicious Rogue. Someone driven by pain and revenge. My mind drifts to his body, the way he looks when he’s running, when he’s focused. The way his body looked, all hard muscle, the kind that can only be built through years of fighting, surviving.