Ruthless Creatures Novels & Stories

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.

Do not let them through! Despite the chaos, we were holding. Barely. Every time we pushed the rogues back, they surged forward again, driven by some unseen force. They weren’t fighting like wolves - they were fighting like pawns, mindless and relentless. I twisted mid-air to avoid another rogue, landing on my feet and snapping my jaws around its leg. A sickening crunch followed, and the rogue yelped, scrambling away. But there was no time to celebrate the small victory. Another wave of minions was charging, their glowing eyes a horrifying reminder of Andromeda’s dark magic.

She was neither gentle nor nurturing. She slammed her hand on the table. "Enough! You will listen to me. Whether you choose to believe it or not, there are creatures similar to us that still kill for sustenance and sport. They revel in becoming the very monsters that haunt human nightmares, using their grotesque and often misshapen forms to amplify the terror just before they strike their victims. Once they fully transform, they are nearly impossible to kill, recruiting new members by slaughtering humans. And do you know what happens when they are reanimated? They become insatiably hungry." Their food of choice? Human flesh and bone."

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.

Hearing that chilled voice, he nodded and turned around back in the rain to complete the work as soon as he can. Mr Alan Richards, a twenty three year old model is the scariest creature in the underworld. No one knows that the man who portrays in advertisment on the television is someone who runs this dead grave drug business at night behind the scenes. Alan had inherited a lot of illegal businesses from his family, modeling was something that he wanted to do out of passion.

Madison argued back and got a raise eyebrow from the alpha. “Resourceful you say? Damsel in distress? Need I remind you that we had to stay an extra night in that cave because of you? You can be resourceful? Why then did I not see those resources when that blasted witch came at you?!” Alpha Caden fumed back at Madison and she screamed in frustration.

"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

Beta Liam said as he shook with fright. He has only heard of how ruthless Alpha Jasper could be but seeing his display, he realized that it was not mere say. “Can you assure me that there wouldn't be a case of treason?” Alpha Jasper asked. He was now standing on the hill, still naked with his hair falling down his shoulders. He didn't wait for their response before he snapped his fingers and, with a loud voice, said, “Kill them.” Instantly, his army swooned into action and within five minutes, all members of the Crestwolf Pack lay on the ground, dead.

It was an unnatural omen, a visual manifestation of the emotional turmoil tearing my chest into ragged pieces. I paced the perimeter of the stone ridge, my heavy combat boots crushing the frosted grass beneath my weight. My wolf was frantic, thrashing violently against the inner walls of my skull, claws scratching at the surface of my sanity. For centuries, the Laurent lineage had stood as the apex predators of this territory. We were the icy command, the unyielding executioners, the alphas who forced the world to its knees. But as I turned my head to look at the woman standing near the cliff's edge, that ancient pride felt like nothing more than a childish illusion.