Ruthless Creatures Romane & Geschichten

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.

Madison argued back and got a raise eyebrow from the alpha. “Resourceful you say? Damsel in distress? Need I remind you that we had to stay an extra night in that cave because of you? You can be resourceful? Why then did I not see those resources when that blasted witch came at you?!” Alpha Caden fumed back at Madison and she screamed in frustration.

"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

Beta Liam said as he shook with fright. He has only heard of how ruthless Alpha Jasper could be but seeing his display, he realized that it was not mere say. “Can you assure me that there wouldn't be a case of treason?” Alpha Jasper asked. He was now standing on the hill, still naked with his hair falling down his shoulders. He didn't wait for their response before he snapped his fingers and, with a loud voice, said, “Kill them.” Instantly, his army swooned into action and within five minutes, all members of the Crestwolf Pack lay on the ground, dead.

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.

Always dangerous. I knew what he meant. These rogues weren’t ordinary wolves. They were cursed, wild creatures who craved blood—human or wolf, it didn’t matter. They tore through packs like storms, leaving only chaos behind. They were monsters feared by all, marked by their distorted appearances and their ruthless tendency to target the most important members of every pack. And yes, under any other circumstance, I would have listened. But right now? Right now, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was saving the woman in my arms.

Several alphas exchanged worried glances. "Dark creatures," Elder Marcus continued, "fallen rogues who have succumbed entirely to their baser instincts. They are not like the typical rogues we encounter. These beings can atomise, hide in shadows, and strike with devastating precision. Hundreds of years ago, our ancestors faced these creatures and paid a steep price in blood to eliminate them." Victor, always the calm and composed alpha, raised a hand for silence. "Surely, Elder Marcus, there is a plan in place for such a threat?"

I tried shutting my legs but his weight made sure that I was unable to move. I looked at him with pure disgust and intentionally flinched while his knuckles traced my cheeks and then my lips. They traveled down unbuttoning my blouse. "Don't." I warned."If you do this, I swear I'll kill you once I became free." He gave me a sadistic grin while sweeping his hands under my bra and pulling it up to have a view at my nipples. Damn them. I could say that they are erected. He played with them recklessly while a disgusting groan escaped my mouth. "You don't dare, Alexander."

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.