Slade Ravinger Novels & Stories

I was swinging to forget. To forget Slade’s words. “I arranged for Riven to cross paths with you.” To forget the way Riven stood silently and watched my world shift on its axis. To forget the way it felt when my power responded to my anger, too easily, too fiercely. Slade had kept secrets from me. And Riven? He had followed me, watched me, fought me—all without telling me who he really was. My heart ached with anger and confusion. I kicked the post hard, and a piece of wood snapped off.

“I don’t have time for this, Dad—” “Make time.” “What do you need from me?” Slade woofed. “We have a work to do and in some cases I think I’m the as it were one doing it! Two senior accomplices and I’m the as it were one here each day. You skip out at whatever point you need and Lucian’s getting his brains sucked out by a few gold burrowing whore!” Jarred by Slade’s venomous reaction, he held up his hands. “Slade, take a breath.”

“You have no idea what you’re up against or who. I am not saying shit to anyone; I’m dead if I do.” Slade pressed the heel of his boot into his ankle, easily breaking the bones in his foot. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, why don’t you focus on the threat in front of you?” The bartender screamed and wiggled on the ground. “You broke my fucking leg!” He wailed and cried. “There are many other things I can break before ending your life.” Slade snarled, placing his foot on his other ankle. “Speak.”

Confusion hit me through the fear. Ravens? Who the hell was that? “Thought you could hide her from us?” he continued calmly. “Been tracking your ass for weeks.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said shakily, trying to pull away from the painful grip in my hair. “Who the hell is Rav—” The slap came so hard my vision blurred. Pain exploded across my face and my head snapped violently to the side as a cry ripped from my throat. My ears rang and tears spilled painfully into my eyes.

Ralph beside him stood at attention, almost like he was bracing for an attack. Maybe they sensed what I did too. With a full bow, Slade smiled, but his eyes didn’t. “I have come to correct a grievous error.” Each word was like a melody. “If you’ve heard of me,” Damon stepped closer, “then you know I lack the patience you seek.” His voice carried a whiff of threat and promise. “Apologies, Alpha.” Slade straightened. “My excitement to find what I’ve been seeking for years overtakes me.”

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'

"He'd do anything to—" Raveyn trailed off as his gaze shifted toward the doorway. Shit! He muttered under his breath. Darkling Slade had arrived and Kyle stood beside him. Raveyn swallowed before he suddenly put on a smile. "Sup! "He greeted cheerfully as he approached, heading straight for Kyle with the intent to sling an arm around his shoulders. Kyle dodged him effortlessly.

Roe gulped in slight fear with her moth agape. The pain in my side subsided and became tolerable. Holding the tree as leverage, I slowly stood up and they both took a step back. That was almost humorous, watching the person who first wounded me, now backing off in fear. "I am a werewolf from Zyrenia." I stood to my full height. "Now, what were you saying about your Elf queen?"

Slade, my ever-annoying wolf, was relentless, his growls and demands echoing through my thoughts like thunder. “Avery!” he growled for what felt like the hundredth time, his tone dripping with frustration. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “And who’s that?” I muttered, annoyed. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” “You fool!” Slade snapped, his voice sharp and condescending. “Humans! What did I expect from you? No memory, no intuition. Absolutely useless.” “Careful,” I shot back, feeling my irritation spike. “You’re pushing it, Slade.”

I had seen Ryker's mother do this before. "Rise," the deep, cold voice called out, and I finally dared to stare into the eyes of Alpha Slade Blackwood of the New Blood Pack. Now I knew where Thane got those eyes from, though his father's were a different shade. Alpha Slade was huge, almost as tall as Thane, and it was easy to tell that he had been good-looking at his prime. His hair which must have been once black, now had streaks of grey, he didn't look any less powerful though.