Ruthless Creatures Summary Novels & Stories

“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.”

Out of thin air, my body stiffens, my supernatural senses are on overdrive as I hear multiple howls, and they don’t belong to any pack I know. Fuck, more rogues, and they are edging near us. I inwardly curse the motherfuckers for ruining our special moment. Without thinking twice, I mind link my brother and the rest of my pack to summon them here, I’ve already warned them to stay vigilant after I’ve killed the three ones earlier. How the fuck is that there are so many rogues in the area? It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t take long until they surround us, their stance set to strike, I let out a threatening growl that makes them whimper in response. They should have backed down, but they didn’

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a

The four rogues crawled out of the wreckage, their eyes wild with fear and anger. But Alpha Aiden wasn't afraid, instead his blood boiled more than normal, and his teeth ready to tear apart. He was in his element now, and he knew that he had the upper hand. He circled the rogues, growling and snarling, daring them to make a move, his warriors catching up with them. Alpha Aiden told his warriors to step back and he will handle it, he was too angry and needed release that anger on this rogues.

My wolf said. I stalked back to the torture room , grabbing another chain. He stared at me fearfully, like he knew what was coming this time. I grabbed one end of the chain holding onto it tightly, I stepped up to him, and swung the chain across his face. Blood gushed out from his mouth making my wolf start growling loudly in satisfaction. I swung it again, hitting him repeatedly. I was getting sick of just hitting him, I wanted him dead. I grabbed his neck, squeezing tight and holding his head in a vice-like grip. He clawed at my arm desperately trying to get away but I wouldn't let go. The blood dripping down his chin made me smile.

The rogues’ limbs halted, turned, and began heading in the direction of the pull, their brains engaged in a losing battle when their autonomy was no longer theirs, covering the distance they’d just made from the battleground. They stood before their queen like loyal soldiers and knelt to her like devoted subjects as their king joined them by her side, the power and rage emanating from their beings overwhelming and undeniable. The rogues’ animals whimpered before their rulers, pleading for mercy. Lucy’s wrath forced their animals back in, revealing their humans as she delivered a chilling promise, “I’m going to break you…” her fingers twisted inward, slowly cutting off their air supply as the

Hearing that chilled voice, he nodded and turned around back in the rain to complete the work as soon as he can. Mr Alan Richards, a twenty three year old model is the scariest creature in the underworld. No one knows that the man who portrays in advertisment on the television is someone who runs this dead grave drug business at night behind the scenes. Alan had inherited a lot of illegal businesses from his family, modeling was something that he wanted to do out of passion.

I sighed, walking back up the stairs to stay out of Don Vito's sight. ******* The life of a mafia is as ruthless as death itself. The experience at Don Vito's mansion is enough to describe the life of every mafia. The constant killing, the drugs... There's no room for peace in their midst. It's all about danger, death, killing, drugs, guns... There are so many words to describe the life of a mafia. It's just so terrible. I still remember what Karen and I faced in Don Vito's place. How he'd make us do things we don't want to do.

His feet dangled, his claws scratching at my arm in a futile attempt to break free. I slammed him against the ground, the force sending a tremor through the abyss. His body crumpled, but I wasn’t done. I tore into him, ripping flesh from bone, his blood pooling around me in dark, viscous streams. He gurgled something incoherent, his last attempt at a plea, but I silenced him with a vicious bite that severed his head from his body. The lifeless rogues around me began to shift, their monstrous forms dissolving into human bodies. The sight of scattered limbs, torn torsos, and vacant eyes should have stirred something in me—regret, disgust, anything. But there was nothing but satisfaction.

It constricted, tightening with relentless pressure until the creature imploded, vanishing in a harmless, silent puff of black smoke. I braced for a psychic shriek, my own energy coiling to form a defensive shield, but there was nothing. The creatures were utterly silent, their focus absolute. Five more clawed their way from the soil, joining the unholy procession and bypassing us completely. The chilling realization dawned on me: they weren't acting on their own. They were puppets. Something, or someone, was pointing them like arrows at a target in Glens Crossing.