Slade Ravinger Novels & Stories

"And what was that? That I wouldn't try to hurt him again? Who are you to dictate what I do? My mom? My woman?" "Your slave," I answered abruptly. Was this the answer he desperately wanted to get? I did nothing wrong to get them to yell at me. "What did you just say?" He asked. "Your slave, master." He said nothing but glared at me. I could feel the heat of his fury. We were standing there when Maxwell came. "Alpha Zeus," he called. "Speak!" The Alpha ordered angrily. "We should go and see the clips now. First Lady has found the guy who stole the bracelet."

Do you think I'm just dying to marry you? Camden's expression darkened as he looked at me angrily. "Then what the hell do you think you're doing? "Don't think I don't know—you burned Nev's belongings yesterday and threw her out of the house! She's your sister! How could you be so heartless?" Then, the sound of a sharp slap echoed through the living room. Mr. Scott was furious as he clutched his chest in anger. "You insolent brat! What nonsense are you spouting? Nevaeh is just an adopted daughter—she's not even part of the Saccone family.

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

Slade’s aura vibrating through the heavy silence. Her evil lecherous soon to be step-father. Mia’s entire body stiffened. Ice poured down her spine. Leaving a deadly chill in its place. He stood at the top of the grand staircase like some ancient evil god, towering over the gathered elite, wearing a mask of simple black leather with silver etching curling around the edges. But his grin—wolfish, cruel, familiar— it was hiding something. “Friends. Family,” Slade’s voice rang out, thick with amusement and venom, “Tonight we begin the greatest of traditions. Tonight, I pass the crown of the Morino empire.”

I frowned, whispering, “I didn’t mean to take your chance, but you heard him last night. He told you to leave himself.” “I don’t care, you didn’t try hard enough!” she snapped, shoving me. “Get lost, I’m riding with Alpha today!” I stumbled back. This time, it wasn’t Adam or the soldiers who caught me, but Draven. “Get her out of here,” he ordered, pulling me into the car. Veronica struggled in shock, shouting, “A-Alpha Draven, she’s just a slave in the Dark Fang Pack, not even a maid! She can’t ride with you. I’m the Alpha’s daughter, let me—”

“Mrs. Knight is my mother-in-law and she’s dead.” Liana grinned. “My mom is a force of nature.” Margo turned toward her daughter. “Where is your brother? He better not be hiding.” A deep voice came from behind us. “I’m not hiding.” We all turned. Slade stood at the end of the hallway. Barefoot wearing a sweatpants and white T-shirt. Hair mussed from sleep. He looked… human. But his expression? Murderous. Liana opened her arms like she expected him to run into them.

Sloane "We heard your father was a murderer." “Yeah, and your mother was too.” “What does that make you? Huh, Slade?” “Fuck you,” Slade snarls. He’s not afraid of these ranked wolves, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t get hurt if they jump him. There are five of them and everyone of them is three years older than he is. “I mean, if you’re offering, feel free to get on your knees,” one of the guys says, grabbing his crotch while the others laugh.

“Right. That's why you’re standing in a dead car, in a flood storm, shaking like a leaf?” My jaw hardens. “I just need to get home—” “No.” The word is sharp and final. “I said I need to go home,” I repeat, louder this time. “And I said no.” Slade tilts his head, rain sliding over the scar on his jaw. “Unless you’re planning to drown in a gutter, Little Rebel.” Before I can fire back, someone materializes behind him. It's one of his men, I think. Tall and dressed in black, holding a large umbrella like he’s been waiting for a command.

Someone I'm not sure I can fully trust. Slade.