Ruthless Creatures Novels & Stories

Adam and Ben just stood there, waiting for him to say something. Bring that woman over here. Ari instructed Ben and Adam. Everyone is on edge as they witness General Ari de la Lucca's ruthlessness as a friend and schoolmate. You don't cross the line with him especially if it concerns his family let alone his wife. Almost all of his friends and classmates joined Ben and Adam in their search for Mercy, but she had already left, terrified of Ari's wrath. Ari, we have already turned this place upside down and we can't find her. I believe she has already left. Arnel said.

He asked still not understanding what she was trying to say. “What I’m trying to say is the real enemies aren’t our kinds but some creatures cursed by the sun. They don’t walk during the day but at the night and they are powerful. The more the werewolf packs fight amongst themselves, the more they reduce and the more the creatures cursed by the sun grow stronger and will attack us. We will lose,” she explained. Damon began to understand the situation. He hasn’t understood before but as she explained, he understood what it was that she was saying.

The howling, cheering, and clapping get louder. Wisdom looks at the first pack house and sniffs as she sees a figure disappear. She looks at Einar, he's also looking at the pack house. **** In Aurora Colorando at Alpha Shaf Isaak pack the Steelbite Manes are being attacked by humanoid snake-like creations. The creatures have killed a little over a hundred of the members. Alpha Shaf noticed the creations were going after his members who were in mourning. Some of the creations were going after everyone that was screaming and crying. “Emotions. The bastards are feeding on sadness and fear.” He yells while shifting into Champ and attacks one of the creatures and rips his head off.

But she could tell that the people around her had shifted into their wolf forms. Their groans, low growls, and howls that she heard confirmed that. She tried walking but something struck her toe in pain and she fell down to the cold and wet ground, moaning in agony. She wanted to cry out for help but she knew that the quest had begun and everyone was for themselves. Thunder immediately rippled in the air and the night crawlers started to make themselves known. Night crawlers were creatures that dwelt in darkness, they were flesh-eating monsters that had no mercy and saw fear and anything related to it as entertainment.

“End this? Oh, Annabel. This is just the beginning.” The walls around them erupted with movement as hidden panels slid open, revealing rows of creatures like the ones they’d fought before—but these were larger, more feral. “Kill them,” Ash commanded, his tone dripping with cruelty. The creatures surged forward, and chaos erupted. Annabel fought with everything she had, her blade slicing through the air as she moved with practiced precision. The wolves held their ground, their snarls and howls filling the compound. But the creatures were relentless, their sheer numbers overwhelming.

“How are you, bitch?” Romana felt extremely threatened. She suddenly recalled the voice of a kid calling her a bitch. “It seems that you’ve had a long time of bliss while my mother has already been buried under the ground.” It was as if Romana had seen a ghost when she confirmed her suspicions about who was in front of her. “Y-You’re dead, how—” “How did I survive after you set fire to the warehouse where you and Racar kept us captives?” Dylan scowled. He had a furious look on his face and an obvious desire for revenge.

Nezeira then asked her, “Do you know what happened here?” The woman replied, “Not exactly but I know something terrible. There were these creatures all over the place. They killed all, my colleagues.” Nezeira, “What kind of creatures?” The woman, “I have never seen such things nor ever I have heard about them. They are like these filthy monsters with fangs; they has these disgusting blisters all over their body, sharp nails and dripping blood from their mouth. I watched as they killed all.”

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.

We deserve peace. A growl rumbled ahead, low and menacing, snapping me right out of my swirling thoughts about Adrian. My eyes focused forward, and there they were—those twisted creatures, the very same ones we'd battled back at our old camp. Ugly, unnatural things with limbs that didn't move quite right, eyes glowing with some unholy hunger. My heart rate picked up again, slamming against my ribs like a warning drum, as the full weight of the mess we're in crashed down on me.

Especially those idiotic naked goddesses that were painted on the loft ceiling. Rhye grimaced. The images of goddesses with fiery swords defending a gaggle of humans against a horde of dark creatures might be some sort of priceless work of art, but to Rhye it was a never-ending source of annoyance and stupidity. He was a brutal killer and a ruthless enemy to those who would threaten his pack. But for all his grim reputation, he was cursed with finely carved features and a halo of dark curls that perfectly matched his light green eyes. As beautiful as a fallen god . . .