Short Story Ruthless Novels & Stories

Alaric grumbled, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were all just biding their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and end his life. He dismissed that thought. He was determined to put an end to their actions, no matter the cost. With a swift dash, he charged ahead, his enemies appearing pitifully insignificant in his path. Those who dared to obstruct Alaric met a gruesome fate, as death was the inevitable consequence. With a swift and practiced motion, he twisted their bodies, separating the upper and lower halves with a sickening crunch. The crimson liquid spurted out of their bodies in a violent display resembling that of a fount

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had

Like a battlefield waiting for the next move. The room was eerily silent, save for the faint ticking of the wall clock. Normally, he thrived in this silence. It was in these quiet moments that he planned, strategized, controlled the chaos that others drowned in. But now, the silence felt oppressive. His focus remained elsewhere. Because somewhere out there, someone was waiting. Watching. And they wanted revenge. The words from earlier echoed in his mind, chilling in their simplicity. This is revenge. Adrian had made enemies before. Ruthless rivals, powerful men who had fallen because he refused to bow. He had learned early on that in this world, survival wasn’t about playing fair—it was abou

“Do we go in and find out who he came to visit or do we follow him all the way through” Roseline whispered. “You’re breathing down my neck” I answered, agitated. “Oh sorry” she apologized, moving slowly away. Ever since we had noticed our situation of being almost bankrupt, Roseline had become susceptible to be dainty, I wasn’t going to let that stop me from the prickly princess I am, besides with the deal with the Conner empire, we are set to be extremely rich and coddled, I just had to be patient.

She angrily yelled at us. "You're right, I didn't deserve his loyalty. But I didn't ask for any of this either. It's easy to call someone a traitor when you don't know their story. You call me a traitor because I ran away but has any of you ever asked me why I ran away?" I asked her before looking at the rest of the women standing in my living room. "I'm a mother just like you, a sister and a wife, yet I've been treated like trash for trying to protect my daughter and brother like I couldn't protect my father from your mafia! And Christmas Eve was no different because everything I did was to protect Tiago. He was the only person willing to help me when I asked him to, and he got assaulted by

He looked at her, curious as to what she had to say. "I have something to tell you," Alma remarked as she moved closer to him. Virgin nodded and motioned for her to come along. Alma followed him into his office. "What is it?" Virgil asked as he sat in his chair. "Your strategy for defeating Blaze is remarkable. But don't underestimate him. Remember that he is known as the ruthless alpha. He has no mercy when it comes to executing his foes." Virgil smirked, his fingers intertwined. "This ruthless alpha will be defeated and killed this time."

“Get up,” he said merely two words yet my entire body shook in even more fear. Oh, Goddess, please help me. This is it, isn’t it? My life is over before it could even begin. I’ve heard countless stories and rumors that have yet to be confirmed true, but I’m sure they wouldn’t be too far off. It was always Alpha Harley this, and Alpha Harley that around here. He was cold-blooded, ruthless to the point of no absolutely no mercy. If you so much as blink the wrong way at him, he’d have your throat slit in seconds.

“Very classy.” I fished out the man’s wallet with a smirk and slipped it into the inside pocket of my tattered jacket. “It’s not stealing if they’re crooks too. I am just redistributing wealth, one greedy bastard at a time.” Victor chuckled, his breath clouding in the cold night air. “Robin Hood with dirty sneakers. Your brand is so consistent.”

She fought to escape his grip, but there was no one around to help her. In a moment of distraction, she took her chance and kicked him hard, then fled down a corner. He groaned in pain and chased after her. She cried, terrified that she was going to be raped or worse. She ran with all her strength, but unfortunately, she hit a dead end. He caught up to her. “You’re a stubborn girl. I just want to play,” he giggled maniacally. Isabella grabbed an iron rod from the corner. “Don’t come any closer. I am Isabella Redington, the wife of Prince Karl. You won’t get away with this,” she warned, trying to sound brave.