Ruthless Creatures Summary Novels & Stories

Bodies are everywhere, the smell of blood cloying and bitter. Ruth paces the floor, snarling, mocking the remaining wolves. Each scowls and looks around, jaws snapping and dripping with gore. I remain concealed behind her, hidden in my pile. Zena is pressed against the burning cabin, staring at Ruth's domination, frozen in place. Everything is at a standstill. I want to help, I want to do anything I can to make this right but I’m completely stuck. This could be my version of hell, forced to sit and be a bystander to my pack’s slaughter. Then the worst happens.

“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.

The Great Hall was a chaos of fur, blood, and shattered timber. The Blight-Wolves were unlike any enemy Rhea had ever faced. They didn't fight with honor or strategy; they fought with a mindless, suicidal ferocity. They didn't feel pain, and even as they were disemboweled, they continued to snap at anything with a pulse. ​Rhea was a whirlwind of silver steel. She moved through the crowd, protecting her pack members, her movements a blur of lethal precision. But for every monster she put down, two more seemed to take its place.

Liya's screams echoed through the room, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, until Ruth's slap silenced her once more. I stared at Liya, my eyes wide with shock, her words striking a thought I've never cared to explore. "Are you seriously trying to justify your alpha's attempt to murder a defenseless newborn pup? That's a new low, even for you but it's not surprising since you roll with those disgusting rogues now,” Ruth sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.

The man clutched his wound, crying out loud like a coward. I have never witnessed or seen anything as brutal and traumatizing as this, no wonder Alpha Aiden was called the Devil, my stomach scrunched from watching this.I was transfixed ,the cold water kept pouring on me,from head to toes making me feel feverish, the smell of blood making me feel nauseous. Scared to even breathe in the presence of Alpha Aiden whose movements were inhumanly fast. “Remember what I told you about your eyeballs and tongue for speaking falsely on my behalf and looking at what’s mine? Your penis will join them too.”

The air thickened, pressing against my skin, filled with the unnatural presence of the creatures Raven had brought into our ranks. As I entered the chamber, dozens of glowing red eyes flickered open in the darkness. The creatures shifted, their elongated limbs moving with eerie grace, their twisted forms half-wolf, half-something else. They weren’t like us. They weren’t bound by instinct or honor. They were hunger. They were death. One of them stepped forward, tilting its head as if studying me. Its mouth parted slightly, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. I tensed. I was a warrior. A leader. I had seen things that would break lesser men. But standing here, in this cavern filled with creat

Brielle screams from inside the cabin as a trunk slides across the floorboards. Before I can answer, six massive shadow-wolves leap out from the darkness of the tree line, their black fur matted with rain, their red eyes glowing with feral, untamed madness. They do not carry pack scents. They carry the rancid, copper stink of rogues. "Stay inside, Brielle!" I yell, drawing my iron broadsword from the scabbard beside the driver's seat and leaping down into the mud.

"If you want to keep your title, bring us a mate. “The other elders murmured in agreement. This must be a joke I haven't ruled for two years, and they are already requesting a mate. I inhaled slowly, suppressing the growl rising in my throat. I first went to take a seat in my chair, at the head of the long Mahogany table. As I stared at each of them, I drummed my fingers against the armrest of my chair. I couldn't kill 10 elders at once. Nah. That will get me summoned by the alpha's council and the moon goddess’s messenger. I could get a curse. I shook my head. I don't want to be like all those alphas that went berserk looking for a cure for their curse. I just got into this. I need this thr

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?”

It was an unnatural omen, a visual manifestation of the emotional turmoil tearing my chest into ragged pieces. I paced the perimeter of the stone ridge, my heavy combat boots crushing the frosted grass beneath my weight. My wolf was frantic, thrashing violently against the inner walls of my skull, claws scratching at the surface of my sanity. For centuries, the Laurent lineage had stood as the apex predators of this territory. We were the icy command, the unyielding executioners, the alphas who forced the world to its knees. But as I turned my head to look at the woman standing near the cliff's edge, that ancient pride felt like nothing more than a childish illusion.