Ruthless Creatures Summary Novels & Stories

We drove out of the neighborhood and the sound of old friends chatting fainted out as I stared out of the car window. All I could think about was Mila and Aurellia. At least Mila is safe right now. She's with Uncle Charlie and Aunt Maya. But what about Aurellia- I wonder what she was thinking about in her last moments. I wonder what went through Rafe's mind when he found her body in the refrigerator. What Mila must've went through when she saw her aunt get murdered in cold blood. They both needed someone to come- to help them. But no one ever did.

He was a young man, and his lifeless eyes were wide open, looking like he just seen a ghost. "What the hell happened?" Adam went through the door and was met with a whole pile of bodies. The stench was almost unbearable. Many of the men and women warriors were partially changed to their grey wolves, and even some, fully shifted, only to have bite marks and bullets ripped through their flesh. "Traitors to their new Alpha, got a little messy, but you know how these transitions work." A women's voice came behind us, causing both of us to jump back and turn our rifles in her direction.

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.

Debbie chuckled and raised an eyebrow at me as she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a cloth to wrap around my wound. Her response got engraved in my memory, and I am certain that it will remain so for the rest of my life. A simple response, but one that left an everlasting effect on me and provided answers to all of my questions. She stated the truth in her mind. No, they're more than just people; in fact, calling them animals isn't even close to describing what they're like. They are a horde of viciously nasty creatures. Murderers like them don't require justifications for their crimes. All they can think about is how pleasurable the outcome of their atrocities will be to them at the

Ruthless noticed that Wilson did not seem to have passed through the fragments like he did. “He must have been torn apart by the fragments. What a pity!” Ruthless said aloud, turned southwards from his standing position and began to walk, unperturbed by the rapid scurrying noises below his feet or the occasional roars and grunts of animals from the forest of trees he was slowly approaching. He knew from experience that those animals were not a threat to him. Not even their mutated counterparts, popularly known as ‘beasts’ were threatening enough. He soon entered the forest and stopped. Ruthless knew by the instincts he had gained from experience, that Forest city was roughly 20 kilometers aw

For two years, everyone believed I was dead. And maybe, in a way, I was. I disappeared after making one of the most foolish and reckless mistakes of my life. I trusted the wrong man. Jacob Draven. Our uncle. The Rogue King. He was ruthless enough to experiment on Rogues, twisting their bodies and minds until they became ferals—mindless creatures that knew nothing but bloodshed and destruction. And for a while, I unknowingly helped him. By the time I discovered the truth, it was already too late. Kael and Lyra eventually found Jacob, brought his reign of terror to an end, and killed him.

It's also good because it's just a simple motif for nnow I don't wanna be like the others whose first project is beautiful and then as time goes on the work deteriorates. I take another peek in my DSLR. There are more than 50 shots of Angela posing from different angles. I have many choices. A total of 10 pictures is all that is needed. When I got tired I stopped. Just as I looked behind me, I saw the assistants removing the other design. Angela was accompanied upstairs by the maid to change clothes. "I'll go inside the mansion. Don't take the design I told you not to remove." All of them nodded in unison as I said that.

“I know who I am now.” Her mother smiled. And the war for the Rift began. The creatures surged forward, their movements jerky, unnatural—like broken marionettes with invisible strings pulling them through the breach. Their faceless heads twisted toward Lena, as if sensing the Riftfire thrumming in her veins. She didn’t give them a chance to strike.

Because whatever these things were, they weren’t just here for blood. They were here for war. I knew they were relentless. I knew it the moment the sky cracked open with thunder, as if the heavens themselves were warning us of the nightmare charging through the tree line. The rogues didn’t move like any normal wolves—no tactics, no communication, just bloodlust and chaos in fur and fangs. But that didn’t mean they weren’t dangerous. No, it made them worse. Because when a creature has nothing left to lose, not even a mind to hold onto, you realize just how much of a threat it becomes.

By the time I stumbled outside, it was already too late. Bodies littered the sacred clearing. Wolves…our wolves…lay strewn in grotesque angles, their eyes glazed, throats torn, claws still bloodied from a fight they hadn’t been strong enough to win. The bonfire that had been lit for the Goddess burned low, sputtering black smoke as if mourning us. And among the corpses… rogues. Dozens of them. Snarling, tearing, feasting. Their eyes glowed with madness, their movements too precise to be a chance. This wasn’t chaos… It wasn't an accident. It was a strategy to wipe out my clan.