His Ruthless Redemption Novels & Stories

No one could tell where he'd be after the war. They called me ruthless; some even called me cold and soulless. I had answered a lot of names throughout my reign as alpha of the red Lotus pack and even before then. But then, I was not simply ruthless but ruthlessly protective of my own. Of my pack, my woman, my family, my child and in my opinion, that was a ruthlessness that every man needed. I had a soul, a soul that longed for the blood of my enemies and anyone who dared to wrong me or stand in my way.

It was about redemption—about trying to reclaim some small part of his soul that had been lost in the endless violence. I could say nothing. How could I promise him such a thing? "You have to do this for me. This was why I did not mark you. I cannot bind you to me and hurt you when I am gone." "You are not!" I almost screamed. How else could I get him to understand? "You are not going like a coward. You will bear each death that you had a hand in." The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but I hoped they would keep him anchored. "You will not escape your debt like a coward. You will pay back the souls you’ve wronged, but by fighting for the living—by ensuring no more lives are taken by your bro

Ruthlessness was all he could muster and mercy is what he never gave. Still, she fell for him and discovered the flaws hidden from all eyes. She kept her faith in him, well cognizant that how his hands were covered in blood. His soul reeked of obscurity and danger described his cynosure. Still, she bared her heart to him and gave away the key to remission. In her light, when he basked, he encountered a world that he never believed in before. He felt the emotions which he never understood before. She is Crystal Volkov, and taking risks is her favorite pastime.

All that time they spent scheming, came down to this, and that six feet tall musclehead was just about to spoil things. Wilson grunted and swung a fist at Ruthless. He, along with the many other members of the Revolutionaries, had been taught to identify each and every noble and their henchmen at sight. It was then he discovered that Ruthless was the main man behind his woes. He hated this nobleman named Ruthless with passion. And so, when he saw him, rage and hatred clouded his thoughts (as always) and overwrote everything he had been taught. All he could think of was killing this bastard this second and so he could not hold back.

"What's your name tu culo(you ass)? "James" he replies, confusion still evident on his face. "Well, James, consider it a warning this time, if you try to lay a finger on her again, believe me, you won't be leaving here with them" he threatens, tone calm and collected like he was reading a menu and James scoffs, shooting him a glare but walking away nonetheless. Now stood in front of him after James had left, her heavy lids reminded her how she'd downed almost two bottles. The man in front of her was beautiful, Italian. If the accent and features were anything to go by and she was almost drooling at the sight before he spoke again.

The long road of redemption stretched ahead, but walking it no longer seemed impossible. Outside at my bike again, hope and fierce protectiveness churned within me. My family would remain safe, far from the ugliness I now had to root out fully. With Richard and Tyler's treachery exposed, none could threaten what I held dear again. The enemies lurking secretly in my own house would feel justice at last. For Heather and Alex, I would become the honorable alpha and father they needed, no matter how long and bloody the path. The man who eventually returned to them would be worthy of the precious trust they had granted so graciously.

"Duke Randal, if anything, is a lot of our saviors." "How?" I asked. "He created the resistance." Thia continued, giving Duke Randal a thankful smile. "He was the first to have the courage to go against King Nigel." "That’s correct," Duke Randal agreed, taking over the story for Thia. "Even though I was once loyal to King Nigel, my loyalty died when he began to become someone I didn’t recognize. After that, I began the resistance and slowly built our numbers until we finally had enough to kill him."

She panicked at the sudden touch and then quickly composed herself knowing that it is me. "I don't know, Sasha. Maybe I feel like I deserve to be punished for I still thought my decisions are the major reasons for my people's demise. But I never thought of mom when I was abused. This man, Alexander, he came into my life uninvited and won't just go if I ask him to leave. And I really, really, really attracted to him. The sound of the lighter he plays with is enough to make my heart skip. He doesn't listen to me, he reads me well, he hurts my pride. I told him he can't do that and it is called rape and no woman wants it. You know what he said? He said I want it. For the first time in three yea

Andrey growls as Jargo turns cold in his hands, crimson gushing out of his chest sporadically. “Exactly what had to be done. Good night brother.” Maybe I have lost it the moment I fire into every one in the room, leaving only my brother alive and storming out of the room. All these years, I have sworn to never raise my hands to take a life, but I just took seven lives without remorse. No guilt. Just a hollow and a darkness that has consumed my being, darkness strong enough to swallow up the tiny strand of humanity I had left. Now I've become the beast that I feared.

“Driver! Let me off!” The man opened his eyes and smiled. But it wasn’t cruel. It was sad. “You’re not the villain anymore,” he said. “You’re just in the final chapter.” I jumped off the bus at the next stop and ran into the woods nearby. I hid behind trees, heart pounding in silence. Then I heard a whisper in the wind. “Redemption isn’t for the perfect. It’s for the brave.” I didn’t know if it was in my head or real.