Ruthless Creatures Novels & Stories

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.”

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 . . .

"Today is your lucky day because I won't kill, that's why I turn your babies to statues, and do you know the worst thing? They can feel and hear everything going on around them including hearing this conversation, but you can't feed statues and they will die, slowly. Go and tell the person that sent you this; just because he thinks my father and I aren't in good terms does not mean I will stand still and watch harm befall him or his wife or my step-brother. I don't normally do this but tell your sender that I am giving him a second chance and if he dares to repeat this mistake again, he won't live to see who sits on his throne, do I make myself clear?" "Yes Ruthless." "Ah that reminds me, I

“Things?” “Yes,” he hissed. “I don't call them people. I don't even call them animals. They are things, unfeeling, destructive things. And as I was saying, those things don't play by the rules. You can’t bribe them, You can’t negotiate. They have power and influence all around the fùcking globe.” “If you kill one, ten more come crawling like cockroaches. They feed on blood, burn everything in their path, and leave only chaos in its wake.”

He took my mind off things. At the battle of Riocht, I didn’t feel like I was robbing life. Crawlers are neither ‘were’ nor human. They were unholy creatures made with evil intent, so dispersing of them didn’t play on my conscious. Not like the lives we took at MacTire.

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.

He assured her as she nodded her head. Rasmus looked behind to find those wolves already attacking his men and Hunter. They all shifted as they pounced forward with snarls and growls. "They are more in number," Aurora panicked. "Hunter and I are Alphas. Trust your brothers. Now go!" He shut the door as she hurried to the driver's seat.

Like a puppet on a string, the creature turns and approaches Sahara. But Sahara is not easily deterred. Her face set in a derisive scowl, she takes something out of her pocket and begins to chant. Off in the distance, a cry reverberates throughout the landscape. The hairs on my neck stand on end when the ground begins to shudder. But this time, it’s not whatever storm Sahara brought with her. This time a stampeding group of creatures shuffles towards us─ and they look incensed. The creatures don’t look like anything I’ve seen before. These creatures have lizard-like heads and bodies like rhinos. Their mouths are open with long wide tongues and razor-sharp teeth. Seeing Sahara’s new recruits,

“Men like Julian love control. And when they lose it, they burn everything.” “Maybe you should ask yourself why he’s losing control,” I say softly. Her expression hardens. “You are repeating our mother,” she says. The insult hits deeper than I expect. “She chased intensity,” Olivia continues. “Drama. Chaos and when it collapsed, she cried and called it fate.” “I am not her.” “No,” Olivia agrees. “You’re worse.” My chest tightens. “You pretend you’re innocent.” “I never said I was innocent.” “Then stop acting surprised when consequences arrive.”