Slade Ravinger Novels & Stories

Clive smiled through her. "I hope you'll meet Celeste someday. I want her to taste your cooking Mom. By the way, Celeste is my girlfriend. She is a member of the Klatts of Octave City." Clive declared. Clive's parents were speechless for a moment. Especially Rico. He knew the Klatts from before. They have met a lot of times in Country S when he was still young. "Do you mean the rich and famous Klatts of Octave City? Are you sure about this? They are really powerful." Rico warned worriedly.

Matt nods toward the window looking over my mother's garden to find her, my father, and Councilmember Simon chatting peacefully. Seeing their inner peace does nothing to calm the fire raging in my chest, the fury pushing me only to see red as my vision blurs with a vermillion hue. Slade is on the verge of turning feral ready to destroy anyone who stands in our way regardless of their connection to us, and I agree with him.

This man, named Gavin, is pretty stupid to be the head of security in Dark Wolf. “Are you deaf-“ My words stuck in my throat when I hear the lock turn, and I resist the urge to back into a corner when Slade walks in. He’s wearing a deep frown, his hair in disarray all over his face, but what broke my heart was the fact that his eyes didn’t meet mine. He crossed the room to shake hands with Gavin, keeping a good distance between us, his eyes doing a deep sweep of the room and his lips narrowed in distaste.

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

“S-Slade! We were looking for a wolf named Slade!” Slade? Zenith’s left eye twitched, He exchanged a glance with Leonardo. It was the second time they heard this name but nobody knew who it was. The name meant nothing, but Ruth bristled. There was something off here. “Why?” He leaned in, voice low and dangerous. “I don’t know! We were just ordered to find it!” the vampire whimpered, panic in his voice. “That’s…all they told us!” Zenith growled and was about to pluck his heart out when the vampire’s terror spiked. “Wait! Please.. I swear, I don’t know anything else. Just a name… just Slade! Please leave me!”

I needed that tiny, pulsing presence, the flesh-and-blood echo of our bond, to keep me rooted in the sanity and hope I’d struggled so long to recover. The wolf’s quiet presence swelled, flooding my mind. I braced for his familiar, reasoned voice, ready for a sober discussion about timing, risk, and the challenges she faced. Instead, Slade laughed. It was a deep-throated roar, rolling, guttural thunder laced with raw male joy, erupting into a full, triumphant howl. It was the loudest, most unrestrained sound I had ever heard from him, full of knowing glee and fertile pride.

The insult to his mate was unbearable. ‘The audacity, the sheer nerve this bastard had, it will be fatal for him!’ Slade growled. ‘First, he kidnaps my mate, and then he pulls stunts like this, affecting her mind! He is as good as dead! No one, nothing, can save his sorry ass now!’ The words were mine, but the raw, primal fury was all Slade's. He wanted blood, he wanted revenge. Ivor stared out the helicopter window for a moment, his shoulders slumping slightly. I noticed his mood darken, his shoulders falling in a defeated way. Something was bothering him.

“And go to Vega Canara’s room. Her slave needs stitching and dressing of his wounds. ” Vega was the title used for Alpha's sister. So it meant Caliath had a sister, and she also realised in this hell hole that she also had slaves. Was she torturing them? A wave of hatred ran through me. I fidgeted with my hands while trying to keep my emotions in check. “Now, Zorya. This place doesn't wait nor does it care for your emotions,” she sternly said, her lips thinning out, and I got out of my chair.

“Then Liora Kane. Preppy emo vibe—sarcastic, introspective, total artist. Paints in her spare time, writes poetry that could cut glass. She’s got shadow manipulation; can bend darkness like it’s clay. Witty as a whip, but she’s got layers. Broods a lot, questions everything. She’s the one who’ll psychoanalyze you over coffee and leave you wondering if you’re broken or brilliant.” Jax took over, smirking. “Ravenna Slade. Biker goth. Tough exterior, direct as a punch to the face. Adventurous—leads the outdoor clubs, cliff dives at midnight, that crap. Loyal to a fault once you’re in her circle, but intimidating as hell getting there. Her power? Kinetic absorption. Takes hits and throws ‘em bac

“It’s Slade. He’s in. He said to meet him at Jimmy’s Egg restaurant in Durant.” Rin turns to reprogram the GPS, though she keeps her hand clasped in mine. “Who is this Slade?” Meredith asks. The three of us look at each other for several tense moments before I say, “He’s the son of the alpha of the Black Night Pack. The pack that killed our pups.”