My Ruthless Monster Novels & Stories

Hearing that chilled voice, he nodded and turned around back in the rain to complete the work as soon as he can. Mr Alan Richards, a twenty three year old model is the scariest creature in the underworld. No one knows that the man who portrays in advertisment on the television is someone who runs this dead grave drug business at night behind the scenes. Alan had inherited a lot of illegal businesses from his family, modeling was something that he wanted to do out of passion.

My focus was on protecting Isadora and taking down the monster that threatened her safety. So I turned to Razel, and we nodded at each other, silently agreeing that we needed to work together to defeat the creature. Razel was armed with a scalpel, and I had my claws and fangs, ready to use anything at our disposal to take down the monster. Just then, the Leviathan monster burst into the room, its massive body taking up almost the entire doorway. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, with tentacles writhing all over its body and razor-sharp teeth glinting in the fluorescent lights. It let out a deafening roar, causing Isadora to stir in her sleep.

Nina and I were experiencing intense fun and creating memories which I wouldn’t want to come to an end , especially not in a bloody way like this. Please don’t dare call me a romantic man or a knight in shinny amour, nobody should call me any of that fancy shit because I am still very much ruthless, the sight of blood gives me joy and the second thing I love doing in the whole world is killing and I enjoy torturing people.

He knew he must be a Ruthless Beast now to face Lucas. He can not let his feelings win against his monster self since this battle is going to be very difficult, and with one wrong move from his side, the consequences would be disastrous. With that, his heart turned cold, eyes became fierce as if he was waiting for prey. Rudra let out a cruel grin and he received a call from his men in the early morning. "Boss!!! People are roaming near the madam's house. They were not ordinary people. They had dangerous weapons with them. They were waiting for a chance to enter Madam's house."

My vision turns red, as a wide toothy grin splays on my face. "I never once claimed I was not a monster, and I have absolutely nothing to prove to you and your kind." Each word comes out deadlier than the last. Everyone can go ahead and think I am a monster I do not care. My fingernails begin to turn to claws, as my teeth grow to large fangs. I dig my claws deep into his neck and face, puncturing the tender flesh. Blood rolls down in beads. I watch Mr. Blanc gasping in pain.

I saw a monster. A cold-blooded killer.

One of the monsters had landed a lucky blow, its claws raking across my ribs. Alpha Luther saw my stumble and immediately sprang into action. He positioned himself between me and the monsters, his massive frame shielding me from harm. But as he did, one of the monsters saw its chance. It lunged forward, its jaws wide open as it targeted Luther's exposed throat. The monster's jaws closed around Alpha Luther's throat, and I felt a surge of adrenaline-fueled rage. But as I watched in horror, I saw that the monster's teeth were coated in a dark, tar-like substance. The blood that flowed from Luther's wound was a deep, almost black shade of red, and I knew that the monster's venom was at work.

"I didn't... I didn't swallow it." Rohan let out a ragged, trembling breath, pulling me tightly against his chest for a brief, desperate second before he slowly stood up. He turned around to face Ravena, who was frozen by the tree line, the empty glass vial slipping from her fingers and shattering against a rock. Her perfect, aristocratic Alpha mask was completely gone. Her true colors were laid bare in the moonlight—a desperate, murderous, vindictive monster. Rohan walked toward her, his posture rigid, his face a terrifying stone wall of absolute revulsion. He looked at her like she was a insect crawling in the dirt.

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

She left without ever knowing that she already found her mate. Her voice rang in my mind, like a beautiful melody it taunted me. And then his face came in view. I was ruthless, i was unforgiving and would take a life before they had time to beg me for mercy. I would kill ten wolves without blinking an eye, leave children without parents, i would take what i wanted and i would answer to no one. I was considered to be a monster, other packs stayed away from us or allied with us. People showed either fear or respect in a situation where my name was spoken. I was a monster.