Ruthless Creatures Novels & Stories

Always dangerous. I knew what he meant. These rogues weren’t ordinary wolves. They were cursed, wild creatures who craved blood—human or wolf, it didn’t matter. They tore through packs like storms, leaving only chaos behind. They were monsters feared by all, marked by their distorted appearances and their ruthless tendency to target the most important members of every pack. And yes, under any other circumstance, I would have listened. But right now? Right now, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was saving the woman in my arms.

Several alphas exchanged worried glances. "Dark creatures," Elder Marcus continued, "fallen rogues who have succumbed entirely to their baser instincts. They are not like the typical rogues we encounter. These beings can atomise, hide in shadows, and strike with devastating precision. Hundreds of years ago, our ancestors faced these creatures and paid a steep price in blood to eliminate them." Victor, always the calm and composed alpha, raised a hand for silence. "Surely, Elder Marcus, there is a plan in place for such a threat?"

I tried shutting my legs but his weight made sure that I was unable to move. I looked at him with pure disgust and intentionally flinched while his knuckles traced my cheeks and then my lips. They traveled down unbuttoning my blouse. "Don't." I warned."If you do this, I swear I'll kill you once I became free." He gave me a sadistic grin while sweeping his hands under my bra and pulling it up to have a view at my nipples. Damn them. I could say that they are erected. He played with them recklessly while a disgusting groan escaped my mouth. "You don't dare, Alexander."

At my command, we surged forward, recognizing the growl of a night crawler. At last, we found them. Now, we make them pay. These creatures were the embodiment of our worst nightmares. They possessed speed and strength beyond our comprehension, their fangs sharp enough to slice through flesh as effortlessly as a knife through butter. Fear was a luxury we couldn’t afford; we were warriors, and we confronted them head-on. Our transformation was swift, manifesting in a blur of fur and fangs. The first crawler that dared to leap at us was swiftly torn asunder, its life extinguished in a crimson spray.

Fear is really a good emotion to exploit in others. “These creatures are called the Ferals and they are practically a horde of the undead.” She said and some raging voices flew up again but she continued to speak. “They are fallen warriors who have risen again as a result of dark magic.” She said and they all continued to rage and throw out random opinions, doubts, and curses. It was getting very chaotic now. “And they are here to kill the living.” She added and their wildness flew up to the max.

Everyone said Cahir Armani was a ruthless killing machine, they called him a blood-hungry monster but no one actually knew – he was a rogue! “Just – Just –“ I shivered. Tears fell freely from my eyes as my lips quivered. The urge to run started back again, strong enough to override the Alpha’s command that kept me in place. There were men – wolves that lost hold of their wolves, that could no longer control themselves so their animalistic side took over and lead them to destruction. They were the ones who had golden eyes. They were the ones warriors hunted, the ones all packs protected their members against.

His eyes glinted with the sharpness of an Alpha's unwavering strength, the authority in his voice making it clear there would be no argument. The wind howled around them, swirling with dark energy, as the creatures began to materialize from the shadows. Their grotesque forms slithered and crawled out of the black mist that clung to the ground, their glowing red eyes fixating on the group. They were larger than the minions they had fought earlier—twisted, nightmarish beings, with gnarled limbs and jagged, obsidian-like claws that scraped the earth as they advanced.

(POV Anna) The bass pounded through my body, a relentless, pulsing beat that made it impossible to think. Club Lux wasn’t just loud; it was deafening. Every thrum of music vibrated through my bones, the sound rattling in my head like it was trying to shake loose my sanity. The strobe lights—blue, gold, and sharp enough to cut—flashed across the glossy black floors, and the whole place reeked of wealth and indulgence. Polished leather booths, a mile-long bar glowing like liquid silver, and patrons draped in designer everything. This wasn’t my world, not even close.

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?”

My wolf said. I stalked back to the torture room , grabbing another chain. He stared at me fearfully, like he knew what was coming this time. I grabbed one end of the chain holding onto it tightly, I stepped up to him, and swung the chain across his face. Blood gushed out from his mouth making my wolf start growling loudly in satisfaction. I swung it again, hitting him repeatedly. I was getting sick of just hitting him, I wanted him dead. I grabbed his neck, squeezing tight and holding his head in a vice-like grip. He clawed at my arm desperately trying to get away but I wouldn't let go. The blood dripping down his chin made me smile.