Novel & Cerita Ruthless Call Of Duty

I wasn't one who cowered down and allowed people to treat me like shit. Unfortunately, I wasn't a match. There’s no way I could go up against the trained warriors from the dreaded Devil Claw Wolfpack. Rumor had it that death was a common factor in their training. The few who survived were counted warriors. That was probably the reason they were undefeatable. It was rare for rogues to attack them since no sane rogue would dare go near their pack lands. My father's pleas sounded loud like bells in my ears . But then, the devil incarnate who called himself a Beta that was acting in place of his Alpha wasn't willing to listen to him.

“I know. Death knows. You did what you had to. But… you touch Naomi again without telling me, and you’ll regret it.” Ruth bowed slightly, fear, respect, and a hint of pride in her tone. “Yes… I understand. I won’t fail. I’ll do what’s necessary.” Death’s voice cut softly from the corner. “Good. That is all I ask. Follow the path, Ruth. Loyalty and courage must outweigh pride and impulse.” Ruth clenched her fists, fire and determination returning. “I understand,” she said firmly. “I’ll face whatever comes… head-on.”

The room was silent for a long moment. Callan’s hand found mine, squeezing once. Through the link I felt his heavy guilt and renewed determination. “We’re losing allies,” I whispered. “If Merrick turns on us…” “He won’t,” Callan said, though his voice lacked full conviction. “We just need to show him we’re fighting.” Later that night, back in the monitored hotel room, my father called. The video call connected, and Harlan Rhys’s face filled the screen. He looked smug, relaxed in his expensive chair.

The servant nodded frantically, “I don’t care about the children or their parents, I don’t care what happens to any of them. I only care about my victory and that's final. Ruth swallowed hard but didn’t argue further because she knew her place. As she turned to leave, I called after her, “And Ruth? Make sure it’s from a strong one this time. I want the blood rich.” Immediately the door shut behind her I walked to the window slowly sipping my wine, “My goal…” I took a slow breath. “…is to destroy this pack the same way they destroyed my mother.”

Every single piece of hair stood straight up on my arms, a dark tension snapping through my body like a tight rubber band ready to break. "Kairo?" The name choked out of my throat in a tiny whisper. "Yes," Callum said, his hands shaking as he pushed them through his hair, making it a boyish mess. So unlike Kairo's perfect style. "He promised my warrior squad a top contract with the Alpha Dominion's elite guard, a high rank in the Ironfang Arena, and a five-season supply of territory resources." "If you slept with that border female?" I was amazed by how cold and calm my voice sounded.

It was excruciating, and Emma was confused by it. "Hahaha, I guess you feel uncomfortable because you failed to orgasm." sneered Callum with a smile. Emma was grateful that she started to control her body after catching her breath. "I heard that you guys are really good at fighting." Callum and Derek exchanged glances. "Right, don't doubt our abilities," Callum said proudly. "Go on," said Derek. "I want you to kill Ryan Underwood. "Ryan Underwood?"

“They might lie low for a while, but they will surely get back stronger. The Russians aren’t a lot you can mess with and get away with unscathed. They’re known for their extremely ruthless tactics.” “And you think we aren’t ruthless enough?” I questioned, and when I didn’t get a response, I gestured at the box. “Well, the content of this box should tell them just how ruthless we can be ourselves.” “What’s the content?” Another of the younger members asked, and I looked towards him, acutely aware of the wicked glint in my eyes. “The bloody red heart of Nikolai fucking Cox.” The sharp intakes of breaths around the table told me just what they thought about that.

Gunfire erupted, sparking off the corridor walls as Vanessa’s sniper rifle barked sharply, dropping two advancing guards. I fired fast, forcing back three more drones, breathing sharp, reloading fast. Rook’s Ruthless Precision Without warning... Rook surged forward, cutting through two elite guards with brutal efficiency, his blade flashing like liquid fire. "I know... every path," he hissed. "Keep up... or die slow." Natalia’s Return Through the broken command interface... Natalia’s scarred face emerged. Her twisted smile widened, dark eyes gleaming, filled with venom. "You think... you’re close?" she hissed.

Undoubtedly, his actions would drive these people to the brink of insanity. The vampires stood in tense anticipation, their nerves and excitement palpable as they prepared for the imminent battle. This fight would serve as a crucial test of their worth to their kind, and they were determined to prove their value. The clash of swords echoed through the air as the battle commenced. The protective barrier that once guarded the palace and its sprawling grounds had been obliterated. "Kill those people on my orders!" Alaric's voice boomed with authority as he yelled at the top of his lungs. The sound of his voice echoed through the ears of all his comrades.

Without a moment's hesitation, I bolted from the safe house before the Alpha guard could even register my departure. Stepping outside, the sight before me was nothing short of horrific. My gaze widened in disbelief as I witnessed the devastation of war unfold. Members of my pack, along with others, lay defeated, and Ruth appeared unhinged. Her face, once adorned with makeup, had begun to melt, her hair whipped around by the wind, her eyes a haunting pitch black, veins so dark they obscured the color of her skin.