Ruthless Creatures Summary Novels & Stories

They were two enemies who had just discovered a terrifying attraction that could ruin their fragile truce. The baby cried louder and demanded they face the messy reality waiting for them outside that room. They could not hide from the consequences of their twisted bargain any longer.

Only one word came to her mind to describe his attitude, ruthless… Just who the hell was he? Well, it didn’t matter who he was. What mattered was that he was more dangerous than she had realised. His gorgeous appearance had blinded her, and she didn’t try to see beyond it. But the way in which he disposed of the rogue was an eye opener for her. If he could kill a man without even batting an eye, he was someone whom she shouldn’t have anywhere near her. She had to snap out of her damn heat and its haze and get rid of him once and for all.

Jackson said. "That's a desert lizard. It’s the most dangerous animal on the planet. Even a single drop of that white foam that is dripping from his mouth can burn your skin. It is a pure acid." Jonathan said as they saw that the one who was fighting that animal was now half in his mouth and the crowd was booing. "Are they nuts. Who keep that in the house." Jackson said in disgust. "Andrew. He always said he'll make his own hell. And he did." They walked forward and saw the room where Andrew was keeping Aiden.

'Life is a lone wolf, scratching out a living with teeth and claws and a heart of stone.' 🌹🌹 Athena and Vala (Part 2) 🌹🌹 Ignoring her thoughts and focusing on Ruthless. "Deal?" "Solve the puzzle first." Ruthless said, crossing his arms across his chest as he waited. "Go on." His cold voice prompted Vala to face the rocks. She made to move forward when a slight breeze blew and a beautiful lady appeared in front of her, pushing her back.

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.

It screeched, whipping around for another attack— But the original prototype lunged, slamming into it mid-air. It bit into the mutant’s neck, corrupt fluid spraying across the snow. Lena cried out as the creatures collided in a frenzy of claws and bone. “WHY ARE THERE SO MANY?!” she screamed. Rhea pulled her up, panting. “Because they were made for YOU!” Lena shook her head violently. “No — no, I’m nobody, I’m just—” Rhea grabbed her shoulders, eyes burning.

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.

Back to the Gray Demise who were indulging in the slaughter they were ordered to cause by their Leader, most people made it to the shelter and some fell victim to those predators. “Ah, this is exhilarating.” Ruth giggled after wiping out an entire building of innocent citizens without shredding a single hint of compassion. “My Liege sure is generous today, right, Leona?” She smirked, licking the blood on her fingers, emitting a strong graceful aura, observing the area.

His eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, sharp and dangerous. “You two stay back,” he said, voice low but commanding. “And don’t even think about interfering.” Alina’s stomach twisted. She knew he was serious. She had seen what he was capable of. But fear was mingled with something else—something reckless and defiant. The creatures emerged from the shadows—lean, terrifying, and inhuman. Their teeth glinted under the moonlight. Their eyes… cold, predatory, and hungry. Rhett moved first. In a blur, he intercepted one of the creatures, claws meeting flesh in a horrifying, silent impact. The others hesitated, snarling, sensing his dominance.

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.