My Ruthless Monster Novels & Stories

She groaned in pain as she groggily opened her eyes and came face to face with the monster. A man with ugly scars on his face gazed down at her. He seemed to be in his early 40s but the vicious powerful aura that oozed out of him left her baffled. He was no ordinary Alpha. His powerful aura left her blanched. She tried to stand but he placed his foot on her chest, keeping her down. "Who the f*ck are you?" The man snickered. She didn't answer him as she looked at the man whom she had hit. He stood up glaring down at her.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

"If you don't listen to me obediently, don't blame me for being ruthless. There is only one ending for you now, and that is to be completely destroyed by me." "Humph, I've already told you that you're old. You're no longer who you used to be." "Besides, you're stupid enough to cooperate with human bugs. You deserve to die." As soon as the voice fell, the black shadow of the ancestor suddenly condensed a huge blood-red gas, and then slammed towards the monster's black shadow to give him the last fatal blow. The monster did not resist, because it knew very well that it had no way to resist...

She doesn’t even know me. No Uncle, you’re just in love. To keep me going, I got busy at work, I become ruthless, ferocious and cold. The media gave me a title: Tiger of Asia. I go for the war with the enemies of the government. I don’t care if I die, I become reckless. I was so lonely and sad. I always think about her, wondering...if she is alright. I can protect and take care of her but I don't know where she is at.

“Where did we stop?” My throat worked around a reply. I didn’t have one. Not really. My chest was tight and my mind was louder than ever, screaming at me to remember the blood on his knuckles. The bodies. The rogues. Even the way he said get out with enough force to have Jane practically tripping over her own feet. He was a monster. A murderer. He was also the only one who made my skin feel too tight, my heart beat in places it shouldn’t, and my knees betray me.

Walang pakialam kahit pa may hawak na mga baseball bat ang mga lalaking nakamaskara. They attacked him. I jumped and screamed in so much fear when the mysterious man singlehandedly knocked them out. Kitang-kita ko ang pagsipa niya sa tiyan ng mga lalaki, pagsuntok gamit ang kamao at ang pagbalibag niya sa mga ito dahilan para matakot ako. "A-Anong.." His ruthless eyes gazed me. He was heaving, a bit sweaty, before he walked towards me. Napaatras ako hanggang sa tumama ang aking likod sa van. I could picture myself like a prey, and this one is my predatory.

he hissed. Suddenly, the ground beneath them shook violently. The rift exploded in a blinding surge of light, the blue flames bursting upward like a furious storm. Saraphina shielded her eyes, feeling the raw power ripple through her like an electric shock. The monster crouched nearby, a grotesque shadow against the flickering blue light, its limbs unnaturally long, claws digging into the cracked earth. Its low growl reverberated through the air, a chilling promise of destruction. The creature’s twisted form was a blight on the land, born of darkness and rage, yet somehow tethered to the bloodline Saraphina had sworn to protect.

His every touch burns me and leaves me thinking maybe he’s right which only makes me hate him with every fibre of my being. But he forgot that I made a promise too. 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.

"Please, Andreas, let me go." "No," he said, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly calm level. "You need to see what I am. You’ve been living in a dream for the last few weeks. You think I’m the man who takes you to dinner? You think I’m the man who kisses you in the dark? That’s a lie. This is the truth. I’m a monster, Raine. I’m a man who kills and destroys to keep what is mine. Stop looking for the man you want me to be and look at the Don."

“When I saw how shattered your apartment was, it felt like I was drowning… like my own world had collapsed right in front of me. You know… I tried to convince myself that you being dead didn't matter to me… tried to convince myself that you were better off dead than in my life. But that was only me trying to be in denial of what really had been staring at me in the face… of what my feelings truly meant. She opened her mouth to speak again. “You…” But he didn't let her finish, “You called me a monster. I've heard words worse than that, but you saying them caused me to spiral out of control and I became too desperate… desperate to prove just how much of a monster I could be. That shows how muc