Ravi Ross Novels & Stories

He was here. Xavier’s voice was a deep, guttural snarl, filled with a promise of violence. “Ross, get your claws off him and come face me. I’m the one you want—not them.” Ross glanced over at Xavier, his smirk faltering for the first time.

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His body shimmered and began to shift. The transformation was both terrifying and beautiful. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, and thick fur—deep obsidian with streaks of silver—rippled across his growing frame. In seconds, the man was gone, replaced by the majestic beast that was his wolf, Ravik. Massive and regal, Ravik stood taller than any other werewolf on the field. His glowing golden eyes shone with a fierce determination, and his presence radiated raw, unyielding power. He didn’t wait. With a snarl that echoed across the shore, he sprinted through the rift. The crack sealed behind him the moment his hind legs crossed the line.

Jackie stared at him with her smoky eyes and got up suddenly to stand before him. "You are Mr Richard Ferdinand Rossi, second son of the fifteenth generation of the Rossi dynasty. Born to Mabel and Jeremiah Rossi, surviving heir of the Rossi inheritance and co-owner of Petals Cosmetics and Pharmaceuticals, never married, no relationships that lasted more than a month, and a hopeless playboy. Shocked? I do my homework detailedly. Can you leave now?" Richard was beyond shocked; he was dumpfounded. He had never had his life read to him like a biography. She was clearly angry with him and she looked the part.

“Why did you ask?” Sebastian ‘Sven’ Rosworth was the CEO of Rosworth Pharmaceuticals. He was a licensed chemist and the only heir of Rosworth fortune, a close relative to the current monarchs of the Kingdom of Larran, billionaire philanthropist and one of the most eligible and hottest bachelors in the five realms. From scientific, business to women’s magazines, she couldn’t count how many times he had been featured on them and how many articles had been written about him. Most of these write-ups centered on his physicality and his wealth but now, his face was everywhere due to a very different reason. Riven just shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just curious. I’ve heard from the ladies in our tea

She wished that she should go with Dadi and Di. In another car, Ravi's face was looking nervous. He thought anytime his interview will be started. He is feeling like he is going to give an interview for the post of the district collector. He knew that he has to face so many questions from Di and Dadi about the newlywed couple. Ravi is an intelligent boy, all media issues of Goenka International's are solved by him. He is an expert in talking with people and his voice has the magic to convince them.

I had finished my meal, and he remained seated, his expressionless gaze still fixed on me. A peculiar sense of satisfaction was evident in his gaze. "You're running late for your meeting!" Dariel exclaimed, shaking his head disapprovingly. "I cancelled it." Russo said. I pressed my lips together. He shouldn't get his hopes up, they'd only lead to disappointment. I leaned forward, raising my hand with a flick of my wrist, and wiggled my fingers. "See, I'm married." I told him. It wasn't a lie.

Is this his way of trying to make me relax? Nah. He doesn’t care that much. “Roland.” “Yes?” he responds, eyes still fixed on the laminated menu in his hands. “Did you—or your driver—perhaps make a wrong turn?” My tone is light, but my patience is low. “Why?” “I don’t know this place…” I trail off, struggling to finish the thought without sounding rude. “Well, it doesn’t seem like you—” He chuckles softly. “Hmm, really?” He signals one of the servers over. “We’ll have today’s rice special, the roast chicken, and—” He looks up at me. “Drink?”

“And more specifically, what the Hell's going on? What the hell did they do? Or is it one?” “Rogues. They've been roaming around too close, looking, searching, as if waiting for something to happen.” Alessandro replied, quick and clipped. “Two sightings near the east perimeter. Patrol brought one down, the other escaped. The body’s in the courtyard. It’s… not clean. I don't know how to explain it better than this.” “Not clean?” I asked, trying to process what he was saying. “I believe that the best way to it would be through words. You know, you can use your mouth to speak.”