Short Story Ruthless Novels & Stories

His face displayed pure confusion. “What do I mean?” Ruthless asked, perplexed. Did this boy have no idea what he was asking about? Was he not taught what abilities were? Usually, Ruthless was a violent man who cared nothing for others’ lives, but upon thinking about all he has to gain if the boy was a late awakener, he chose to care…….for the mean time. He suddenly did not care about any of this dispute anymore. He just wanted to educate the boy and run several tests on him, so as to get the answers he wanted.

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

The adrenaline coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to prove myself. "Die..." I shouted, launching towards him with a fierce battle cry. Richard lunged at me, his teeth gnashing and claws slashing through the air. As we crashed into each other, the sound of our collision echoed through the air. The intensity of our fight consumed us both, and I realized that this battle was not just about proving myself but about survival. As the fight continued, I watched Ruth walk away from the chaos, her eyes filled with concern and fear. So Richard wanted to protect Ruth by sending her away from me. But no matter what, I will kill both Ruth and Richard with my own bare hands, and no one wil

I slammed into the stone wall, the air leaving my lungs in a ragged, wheezing gasp. I fought with a desperate, frantic rage, fueled by the agonizing sight of Sara watching us from the shadows of her cell. I managed to rake my claws across his shoulder, drawing thick, dark blood, but Rune was a force of nature—a storm made of muscle and fur. He was the Conqueror for a reason. He parried my strikes with a cold, brutal efficiency, eventually pinning me against the bars of an empty cell. His hand was crushed against my throat, cutting off my air.

"You've made a grave mistake." As the man and his wife trembled before Russo's wrath, I couldn't help but wonder what their fate would be. Russo had a reputation for being ruthless, and I had seen firsthand just how dangerous he could be. The man had a track record of making evil look like a child’s play. The ride back to the empire was one of the most silent I’ve ever witnessed.

And the way they circled me made me realize I have no chance with them. Rogue wolves like them are dangerous. They're ruthless and kill one without explanation. They're not merciful like a ruthless Alpha, because all their lives, they always hold grudges, their heart is filled with bitterness towards people who aren't like them, because they want everyone to end up like them. Even though I wanted to shift and fight them, I wouldn't. Not because I couldn't, but because I didn't want to show my weakness, or desperation. Even though that's exactly what I was.

Killian was fighting ferociously and ruthlessly without mercy, and their numbers were dwindling. The wolves backed away briefly, gathering their strength, while Killian snapped his head to look at me, inspecting me. The golden glow of his eyes darkened dangerously as it took in the blood rushing from my head and the small cuts on my body. He growled again and lunged at the wolves that charged at him. He killed brutally, his claws leaving each of his victims in a horrid state. For the first time, I shook in fear, finally realizing why he was the most ruthless and notorious Alpha in all of North Central.

I had had sleepless nights wondering why I loved the ruthless alpha as well as Nolan. I had thought something was wrong with me. I thought if I tell it out to someone, they will see me as the strange one. They will tell me I was sick and confused. But who would have believed that Nolan was the ruthless alpha?. He had no single trait I could think of that is the same as the ruthless alpha. Everything about him seems too gentle to be ruthless. "Was he the ruthless alpha or he is just playing tricks on me?" I thought. Is there something I have been missing out on?.

My wolf is desperate to get her out of harm’s way, I race to her side as if my life depended on it. I reach to her just in time and watch in horror as one of the rogues is trying to attack her. Over my dead body! My senses on overdrive, I howl aggressively as I launch myself and take that fucking wolf with me, sinking my teeth in his fur and smashing him over the tree. Next another possessive lethal growl tore from my wolf before attacking another one of the rogues, I repeatedly bury my claws deep into his throat and I don’t stop until he gives his last breath, then I do the same with the third one.

RIX P.O.V The man beside me said, would he be just fine if this man kill's me? I want to shout at them but I am too afraid because they're holding a gun right now. I can feel that I am too powerless and I am just a small prey standing between them. "I will really shoot her." Said by the man in front of me again. No, please… Don't shoot me! Please! Don't do this to me, I am innocent! "I told you I don't care if you shoot her, so do it."