Ruthless Creatures Romane & Geschichten

Everyone said Cahir Armani was a ruthless killing machine, they called him a blood-hungry monster but no one actually knew – he was a rogue! “Just – Just –“ I shivered. Tears fell freely from my eyes as my lips quivered. The urge to run started back again, strong enough to override the Alpha’s command that kept me in place. There were men – wolves that lost hold of their wolves, that could no longer control themselves so their animalistic side took over and lead them to destruction. They were the ones who had golden eyes. They were the ones warriors hunted, the ones all packs protected their members against.

His eyes glinted with the sharpness of an Alpha's unwavering strength, the authority in his voice making it clear there would be no argument. The wind howled around them, swirling with dark energy, as the creatures began to materialize from the shadows. Their grotesque forms slithered and crawled out of the black mist that clung to the ground, their glowing red eyes fixating on the group. They were larger than the minions they had fought earlier—twisted, nightmarish beings, with gnarled limbs and jagged, obsidian-like claws that scraped the earth as they advanced.

(POV Anna) The bass pounded through my body, a relentless, pulsing beat that made it impossible to think. Club Lux wasn’t just loud; it was deafening. Every thrum of music vibrated through my bones, the sound rattling in my head like it was trying to shake loose my sanity. The strobe lights—blue, gold, and sharp enough to cut—flashed across the glossy black floors, and the whole place reeked of wealth and indulgence. Polished leather booths, a mile-long bar glowing like liquid silver, and patrons draped in designer everything. This wasn’t my world, not even close.

But Evelyn only grew louder, her composure slipping into something raw, wild. “I am power!” she screamed. “I am the reason this country worships the Caldwell name! Every single one of you—” her gaze swept the room “—feeds off the scraps of my table. You want to erase me? You can’t. I am untouchable.” Richard, frail in his wheelchair, raised his head. His voice rasped, but it carried: “No, Evelyn. You’re already finished.” The room went silent. She spun on him, eyes blazing with hatred. “You worthless shell! You’d dare betray me after everything I gave you?”

It screeched, whipping around for another attack— But the original prototype lunged, slamming into it mid-air. It bit into the mutant’s neck, corrupt fluid spraying across the snow. Lena cried out as the creatures collided in a frenzy of claws and bone. “WHY ARE THERE SO MANY?!” she screamed. Rhea pulled her up, panting. “Because they were made for YOU!” Lena shook her head violently. “No — no, I’m nobody, I’m just—” Rhea grabbed her shoulders, eyes burning.

I wink at her, just for the sake of fun. "They have their lands only because they're so dangerous, and no one can conquer them. I've heard that only one creature can kill them, but they are almost extinct, or maybe there aren't any left. The bleeders don't stop at feeding on blood. No, they love the process. First, they poke out the victim's eyeballs to make sure their feast won't be able to escape. Then, they skin them alive and inject a small amount of venom from their nails. The venom doesn't kill the victim yet- it keeps the blood fresh and the veins unaffected while the flesh slowly rots. It's a long and painful process. Finally, when they feel the feast is done, they rip out the organs

she said with her best accent. "Seriously, Ruthie," I practically yelled. "The list!" Sometimes her inability to focus drove me nuts. "Okay, okay. Sticking to the list." She glanced at her paper again. "The first time the uli were turned into different creatures they included wolves called usi, birds called shar, and some kind of sea creature called akhu. But Dr. Frankler didn't say what these sea creatures looked like." Luke snorted. "For all we know, they could have been octopus," he said, chuckling.

She looked at me with an expression that made me realize that she has seen some things that made her hate them. "I know you were a rogue before but our experience with rogues was extremely…traumatizing. I cannot think of them as normal wolves because of what we went through…I–I didn't mean to offend you…" "I know, Ruth." I gave her a small smile. "I don't blame you for feeling that way. I want you to know hunters are way worse. Rogues are werewolves and they mostly attack if they want resources or if they have an issue with the packs but hunters aren't like that. They attack for money, pleasure, or just for the mere need of entertainment. They have members from different species and they are

These were vicious, flesh and blood-representations of oppression and brutality, not just pleasure seekers and show-offs. I slowly turned to face the raging hordes positioned behind me. The difference in size didn't matter because these creatures had been formed during eons of struggle. Their familiarity with the beat and tempo of lust was equal to that of a lover's kiss. And at my command, they would transform into an unstoppable tidal force of mayhem and carnage that would submerge all in their path beneath an unending sea of red. "This is the hour we have striven for, brothers and sisters!" I let out a shout, sensing the walls of my restraint giving apart irrevocably. "Too long have we su