Ruthless Creatures Novels & Stories

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

The battle was about to begin. From the shadows, they emerged – creatures born of nightmare, twisted parodies of nature itself. They were grotesque, their bodies a horrifying fusion of flesh and shadow, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some were vaguely humanoid, their limbs elongated and twisted, their skin a sickly, pallid green. Others were more monstrous, hulking behemoths with razor-sharp claws and teeth that dripped with a viscous, black ichor. They were the remnants of the ancient entity’s corruption, its failed creations, driven by a mindless rage and a thirst for destruction.

The group cautiously advanced, their weapons at the ready, their instincts honed for any sign of aggression. As they pressed on, the silence was abruptly shattered by a cacophony of screeches and growls. From the shadows emerged grotesque creatures, their twisted forms a nightmarish sight to behold. The creatures had gnarled limbs and razor-sharp claws, their eyes burning with an insatiable hunger.

She grasped a long pole as she swirled her body around it. The men were howling as they fed their eyes hungrily on her body. "Damn! Girl, you're sexy!" "Come naked,darling!" "Give us that ass!!" “Slip your finger into that pussy!”

She asked bitterly, because that was the reality they were facing. "That kind of death is too easy for you. I still want you to face the hell that has not yet fully burned." Irony within irony. Svanna's suddenly blank eyes stared straight over Nightroe's shoulder as the man bent down to fondle her. The cruel creature had just admitted that his vile behavior so far was nothing. There was still a much more painful part, and Svanna felt... she would never be able to face the terrible events that Nightroe would offer in the future.

Today might be that exact day. Who in the hell does this male think he is? Acid climbed up my throat, feeding my wild rage. He was a complete monster, a devil disguised as a handsome high alpha leader. There was absolutely nothing gentle about his soul. He must truly thrive on cruelty and causing other wolves to suffer. My right hand flew through the air before I could stop it and connected hard with his beautiful, chiseled face.

My silk blouse rips, fabric tearing loud and obscene in the silence between their laughter. The leader crouches over me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. His smile is slow, deliberate, the kind that makes bile burn the back of my throat. “You think you’re untouchable, rich girl?” His breath stinks of cigarettes as his fingers drag down my cheek. “Men like me… we break women like you. Tonight, you’re nothing but a hole to bleed dry.” “I’ll kill you,” I rasp, my voice shredded but steady. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you.”

There was something about the grey creatures that sent Ruslan into a frenzy of revulsion. He fought like a demon himself. He punched and kicked furiously. The demons were nearly naked so he could see their repulsive, dark grey, hairless scrawny bodies, and their spindly limbs. When they touched him, his skin crawled. Individually, they were smaller than he was, but there were dozens of others who were human-size swarming across the rubble to help. He knew immediately that they were the Drekavac, the screamers, the mythical demons Owlyn had warned them about.

You can't stay here, Octavia, you can't survive it" she went on. "Over here, we do a lot of terrible things. We steal, we fight, there's bloodshed, we..kill" she whispered the last part, her voice sounding so hoarse. "We....we make use of our bodies, Octavia. We don't know what dignity is anymore. We can get used at anytime, anywhere. All that matters is the game. Do you really think you can survive it?" Mica's words drove cold chills to Octavia's spine. They scared her to the guts and made her feel like running away instantly. But, she couldn't. She was scared of staying,and was scared of running away.