Ruthless Creatures Novels & Stories

“I know who I am now.” Her mother smiled. And the war for the Rift began. The creatures surged forward, their movements jerky, unnatural—like broken marionettes with invisible strings pulling them through the breach. Their faceless heads twisted toward Lena, as if sensing the Riftfire thrumming in her veins. She didn’t give them a chance to strike.

Rain had begun to fall not the gentle rain of mourning, but a harsh deluge that turned dust to mud and made the stones slick with a mixture of water and blood that pooled in every crack and crevice. Aldric's generals twisted beasts of curse tore through what remained of Hollowshade's defenses like wolves through paper. These were not the shambling dead I had faced before, but creatures of pure malevolence, crafted from the darkest corners of the Cursemaker's imagination and given terrible life by Aldric's will.

From the swirl of colors came a bright light. From the balcony Ursa watched the light, and her soul filled with dread as she saw a creeping black shadow overtake and corrupt the light. She saw Orlov make a signal with his fingers, how the men and women surged forward and took the creatures on in groups. Exceptional teamwork for an exceptional genocide. Already she saw many get mowed down in great numbers. The creatures did not lag behind in their numbers either. They, too, fell like insignificant flies.

Despite their numerical advantage, I remained confident in our training and the strength of our resolve. As the battle commenced, both our forces and Ruth's fought fiercely, driven by a will to survive. I observed Ruth's wolves crying out in pain, their roars echoing as the twins chanted incantations, suspended in mid-air. Their hair billowed around them, their white eyes gleaming, and their long fingernails crackling with power. Their chants, in a language unknown to me, resonated with a potency that sent shivers down my spine, warning all not to underestimate them.

Creatures only heard about in stories, and so much more! Feral couldn’t see very clearly but he could hear the commotion loud and clear, these vicious creatures which killed without a care in the world were being so…. humane, just like him whenever he thought about his own coming of age. It made them look so innocent but the blood in their hands said otherwise. ‘How bizarre,’ Dina thought complexly. It was quite true that right and wrong had always been undefinable, what may be good or normal for one would turn out pure evil for another and vice versa.

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.

The air thickened, pressing against my skin, filled with the unnatural presence of the creatures Raven had brought into our ranks. As I entered the chamber, dozens of glowing red eyes flickered open in the darkness. The creatures shifted, their elongated limbs moving with eerie grace, their twisted forms half-wolf, half-something else. They weren’t like us. They weren’t bound by instinct or honor. They were hunger. They were death. One of them stepped forward, tilting its head as if studying me. Its mouth parted slightly, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. I tensed. I was a warrior. A leader. I had seen things that would break lesser men. But standing here, in this cavern filled with creat

When they eliminate their prey, it won’t come to life. “How did this happen?” Persephone asked. They both jumped back when it tried to attack them again and moved back. “What are those things?” Zen hissed, trying not to fight them off because the more they hit or hurt them, the more fierce they were growing. Zadicus and Kriss exchanged glances, they had never seen something like this before either. It was unfathomable how a creature could not die. “This explains why no outsider dares to come here in the first place.” Ruth said, growing her nails to blades and cutting them into pieces.

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

Something kept bugging me. These wolves seemed to have known about our modus operandi. They already knew that we don't do much attacking whenever we were surrounded like this, we only did our best to guard our territory. "Alpha, it seems these wolves are only interested in wasting our time. They aren't rogues. They are wolves from a wild pack, or mercenaries." I heard one of my men speak to me. I had thought as much. Rogues are usually uncontrollable in battle once their blood thirst gets a hold of them and they can't see things clearly because their eyes turn crimson as they no longer belong to a pack.