Ruthless Blade Novels & Stories

My short blade punches through, under her ribs, angling up. The impact shudders through my wrists. The steel seats against resistance. Not bone. A vibration against the blade's edge, faint and metallic, with a pulse that doesn't match flesh. Raven exhales. Long. Slow. Like she's been waiting for this exact pressure. No recoil. No scream. No loss of balance. The myrrh thickens until I can barely breathe. I wait for the crumple. The knees buckling. The breath breaking. The weight giving out.

The Director’s voice floats down, almost amused. “Listen to her, Renn. Miss Vale has become very possessive of graves.” Renn’s thumb tightens. I throw the Phantom Blade. I do not throw it at her. I throw it at the wire bundle behind the detonator. The blade hits the cable housing and sticks. Bad throw. Pregnant, exhausted, hip half-failed, hand burning, bad angle. Still close enough. Sarah shoots the blade hilt. The impact drives it through the housing. The countdown stutters.

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

Why is he acting this way? "Back off, Allan!" I warned him, without stopping. I couldn't waste a single second, knowing how serious this situation was. Blade was an alpha who was kicked out of his pack because of me. The jerk killed his mate, and he also tried to force himself on a human girl, convinced she was perfect to be his Luna. As a human, she could only shift if she made up with her destined mate, and Blade wasn't destined for her. He was a psychopath who developed feelings for the girl and thought he had the right to claim her against her will. When she couldn't bear the trauma anymore, she begged for help, revealing all the crimes Alpha Blade had committed against her and his long-

Echo snickered. Echo stepped closer as Aurora's back pressed against the cold wall. She flinched when Echo placed the edge of the sharp knife on her cheek and caressed it. It burnt like hell. She had never come in contact with silver before. "I want to ruin your face," Echo hissed as the knife rested on Aurora's neck as she applied pressure, piercing her skin slightly. It hurts but Aurora didn't cry out, she bit her lower lip hard to bear the pain. as she tasted metallic blood in her mouth She didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing her in pain.

Larry scowled so much his face reddened to almost the same shade as his bloodshot eyes. Ruthless did not mind the look. He continued. "But even that, you could not keep doing. I doubt you are even capable of having a child." "I'm going to kill you." Larry growled. Ruthless shook his head and said, "You will try." With a mighty roar, Larry brandished his sword and leapt at Ruthless. Ruthless blocked the swung sword with his forearm. *clank*

"Consider it practice." There was something he wasn't saying. Isabella studied him, trying to read between the lines. "Is that the only reason?" A muscle ticked in his jaw. "You said you wanted to know who I really am. This is your chance." Understanding dawned. He was offering her a glimpse behind the curtain—showing her Alexander Kane, the businessman whose reputation struck fear into boardrooms across the country. The man the financial press had nicknamed "The Executioner" for his ruthless corporate takedowns.

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.

Not about how I stayed, stupid and shaking, begging for an explanation he never deserved. Not about how that version of me, hopeful, loyal, soft was the one that died. Some truths are too raw for first conversations. “Regret,” Julian says slowly, “is just memory with sharp edges.” I exhale a humorless laugh. “I have enough of those to bleed out on.” He doesn’t look away. “Then you came to the right place. Islands are good for bleeding quietly.” His words are gentle, but his eyes, his eyes have seen too much to still believe in softness.

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.