Ruthless Creatures Summary Novels & Stories

“Don’t you dare come any closer.” “Or what, Pierce?” the priest asked. “You are one hard man to kill. But rest assured, I’ll succeed where the hybrids have failed, and I see you have the whole family with you. The more the better.” With a flick of his hand, wraithlike creatures emerged and lunged at them. Nick shifted midair, claws flashing. Olivia lunged at the creatures, hurling the oncoming beasts. Richard tore through two with brutal precision. However, they kept coming, more than a dozen, some climbing trees, others crawling out of the ground like corpses summoned from the soil itself. It was the first time they were encountering such creatures, and in that moment, they realized there w

THIRD PERSON POV The battle wasn't as bloody as it should if it was the werewolves who had fought the creatures cursed by the sun. The traps set helped and conquering them was easy. It took the whole night for it to be accomplished because the creatures cursed by the sun can only walk at night as the sunlight was their enemy and would burn and turn them to ashes if caught. Lilian fainted after she had done what she was to do and Damon was right by her side. He caught her and took her to the room, to make her rest.

She stepped to the back of the van, then snatched the knife from my hand. “You high-ranking cowards,” she said bitterly. “None of you have the stomach for what needs to be done. That’s why the rogues will soon rule over all the kingdom. You lot will run crying away before you’d even stab someone.” There was a cold malice in Ruth’s eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. She’d shown love for her daughter before, and some patience for the rest of us, even if we annoyed her. But this was different. Her eyes now were those of a killer – frozen, detached.

At my command, we surged forward, recognizing the growl of a night crawler. At last, we found them. Now, we make them pay. These creatures were the embodiment of our worst nightmares. They possessed speed and strength beyond our comprehension, their fangs sharp enough to slice through flesh as effortlessly as a knife through butter. Fear was a luxury we couldn’t afford; we were warriors, and we confronted them head-on. Our transformation was swift, manifesting in a blur of fur and fangs. The first crawler that dared to leap at us was swiftly torn asunder, its life extinguished in a crimson spray.

"I'll rally the guards. We can't let them get any further. Krishna's mind whirled as she prepared herself for the combat to come. The atrocities they had already seen would be nothing compared to what lay in store. With Vosvak coming back, there could be no compassion. There would only be devastation. Farther back at the edge of Brunschière's borders, the initial wave of abhorrent plague-carriers emerged from the woods. They were ugly creatures, as ugly as anything anyone had ever seen. Their bodies were twisted—torn open in spots, their flesh raw and infested with worms that wiggled beneath the surface. Their eyes were black pits, empty and filled with nothing more than base, unadulterated

“They’re here to breach. That’s all we need to know.” The wards cracked again. Blue light splintered and rained sparks down. Then the wall tore open. The first of the creatures spilled through, moving too fast, too low to the ground. Their eyes glowed pale like dead fish. Panthers roared. Claws hit stone. The fight started in one violent crash. Ellan shoved me behind him as one of the things lunged. He spun, blade flashing, and cut it down clean across the neck. Black fluid sprayed the ground.

From the swirl of colors came a bright light. From the balcony Ursa watched the light, and her soul filled with dread as she saw a creeping black shadow overtake and corrupt the light. She saw Orlov make a signal with his fingers, how the men and women surged forward and took the creatures on in groups. Exceptional teamwork for an exceptional genocide. Already she saw many get mowed down in great numbers. The creatures did not lag behind in their numbers either. They, too, fell like insignificant flies.

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.

"Shh. Don't distract them if you value their lives." Despite the warning, she opened her mouth, but nothing came out as she noted their tanned opponents seemed to have abnormally sharp fingers. Claws. Oh crap. Stunned, she could only watch and bite her lip almost bloody as they dodged and traded blows. She winced and shut her eyes at a particularly nasty shot, barely a few seconds, yet when she looked again, jaguars had taken the place of the warrior men. Great big wild cats ? with fangs! ? fighting her lovers. Except her lovers weren't men, not anymore. Ruth's eyes just about popped out of her head. Kendrick's skin changed first and she strangled a scream ? more because all the air got suck

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.