Ruthless Call Of Duty Novels & Stories

Roger "Ruth, Nooooooo." I shouted, my voice cracking with desperation. The words echoed through the cave, but the power broke free from within her, surging forward with an intensity that I had never experienced before. It was as if a dormant force had awakened within her, ready to unleash its full potential.

(POV Rhea) The night air still swirled in from the window that had been forced open, carrying the smell of rusted iron and distant rain. Callum stood firm between me and the apartment door, his body taut, his eyes glowing faint gold—the telltale sign that the wolf inside him was about to burst free. Another slam shook the door, harder this time. The wood cracked wider, as if one more hit would take it down completely. “I’m counting to three, Rhea,” Callum said quietly but coldly, his gaze never leaving the door. “If it breaks, don’t think, don’t scream, don’t look back. Run straight to the kitchen, grab whatever you can as a weapon. Got it?”

That realization landed heavier than anger. Across the city, Ruth stood in front of a pharmacy window, her reflection staring back at her like a stranger. Pale. Bruised in places she couldn’t hide. But her eyes…. Still sharp… Still unbroken…. She pressed her palm against the glass, grounding herself, then pulled out her phone. Dozens of missed calls blinked on the screen. Unknown numbers…. Private lines….. She deleted them all without listening. Only one message remained unopened. From an unknown ID…. “You shouldn’t have walked away.”

It was a call from the villa! ‘Why the hell is Anna calling and disturbing me??’ --- Adrian was irritated and disconnected the call. He then turned towards Jims and Selina and said, “Terminate the rest of the three, warn the seven Mr Jims is suggesting and watch for a month!” “But Sir, the girl Emi..” Before Selina could talk further Adrian’s mobile again vibrated and this time he became furious and received the call snapping to the caller, “What the hell is your problem Anna??”

Theo The canvas of the strategy pavilion tore open under the physical force of the secondary blast. The world beyond the threshold was an ocean of screaming noise and burning black sky. The mechanical wail of our camp defenses had died, choked out by the heavy, invisible gravity of the Elders' suppression matrix. Every step I took toward the exit felt like wading through freezing wet lead; my inner wolf thrashed uselessly against the cage of my ribs, its hard-coded instincts paralyzed by the ancient, high-command sigils bleeding down from the mountain ridges.

But Evelyn only grew louder, her composure slipping into something raw, wild. “I am power!” she screamed. “I am the reason this country worships the Caldwell name! Every single one of you—” her gaze swept the room “—feeds off the scraps of my table. You want to erase me? You can’t. I am untouchable.” Richard, frail in his wheelchair, raised his head. His voice rasped, but it carried: “No, Evelyn. You’re already finished.” The room went silent. She spun on him, eyes blazing with hatred. “You worthless shell! You’d dare betray me after everything I gave you?”

Is it because of the leftover drinks I kept on drinking while serving and cleaning the table? Aish, I can't stand up on my own. I still have a lot of work to do, why am I being careless again? "Rix, table 7!" "C-coming!" "Rix, table 9!" "Rix! You're barely reaching my call! what's happening to you?" It was madam glo. Her eyes were bewitching and scarier. I stood up straight and acted fine, hoping she wouldn't notice I reeked of alcohol.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had

A menacing laughter erupted from my lips as thoughts of what I would do to her ran down my head. I was certain that she felt I would fire her as a result of what happened the previous night. But I wouldn't. No matter what Lilith does to me or anyone, she will never be sacked. Rather, I would chip off her wings, feather by feather, until she was left with nothing to fly with. I would break her beyond repair. Only then would she submit to me as her Alpha. When I was done with her, I would dump her. She won't challenge me now or in her next life. She would understand why people referred to me as the Ruthless Alpha.

To know more, tune in for the next update of Ruthless Romance. Purva Narang (Your writer) Till the next time *****************