The Ravager Novels & Stories

Blaire replied, tone casual, dismissive. By now, Ragnar’s rage was already searing my skin. His eyes were molten with fury, his energy hot enough to boil blood. “I warned you. I fucking warned you never to escape, but you did it anyway,” Ragnar growled. I wanted to speak—to scream the truth, to rip apart her false narrative and reveal the deception. But the tape was still stuck to my mouth. I could only hope it wouldn’t be too late by the time it was removed. “She seems to have a lot to say,” Blaire said, smiling victoriously at me like the war had already been won.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Chapter 66 Despair As Raven landed, she picked up the faint scent of her children, and her heart skipped a beat. Her clawed feet pounded the ground with a fierce intensity, her wings fully expanded as she strode forward. But as she took in the scene before her, her eyes widened in horror. The destruction was catastrophic, and she let out a blood-curdling scream that shook the very foundations of the Earth, like the aftershocks of a devastating earthquake. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that her worst fears had come true - she had thought her babies were killed in the battle that ravaged this place. The anguish and grief that followed were overwhelming, threatening to consume he

I was faster now, and stronger, and I’ve learned how to kill anyone with just five moves. Training was more strenuous than usual but no one complained. We knew what we were being prepared for. For the past few weeks, A rogue Alpha has been invading and ravaging different packs. No one knew what pack would be next on his list and from the rumours going around, he was really strong, so strong that no pack has been able to defend themselves against him and his rogues. We were planning to be the first to defeat him, that’s why we were training so hard. Personally, I had a dagger with the Alpha’s name on it. I am building a good life here and his rampage is threatening to destroy it all, so I wou

If I was being honest with myself it wasn't looking good for us, we were going to tire sooner or later despite being in great shape, and it didn't seem like the onslaught was going to stop ever. Then I saw it. And I say it because I couldn't tell if it was male or female. A Watcher angel. I pulled down my goggles and saw the rest of the team do the same. We had no idea which Watcher we were dealing with and it was best to be prepared. In my ten years as a Hunter I had only ever encountered two Watchers, and it was from a distance; this one however was closing in on us rapidly. My head began to pound and my movement felt slower, a normal reaction to being in the presence of divinity, even tho

Then we crested the final rise, and my heart plummeted through the floor. The proud fortress smoldered beneath an ash-choked sky, jagged wounds gaping along broken parapets. Heaps of distorted bodies littered cracked ground surrounding the walls. And circling those soaring ruins like a vulture hovered the unmistakable blood-hued shape of Scar the Ravager. Zoya's creation and my greatest shame unleashed.

A tall figure formed. Not fully solid. Not fully smoke. A shape of darkness with silver eyes. The Ravager. His attention slid past Rowan, past Vaughn, past every wolf. Straight to me. “You broke my hold,” he said. “But you are still mine.” “No,” I whispered. Kairos bared his teeth. “She belongs to no one.” The Ravager tilted his head. “Yet she stands before my rune. Just like she was made to do.” My breath hitched.

"My people shall have this with them. Anyone without this is an enemy and must be slain. Show no mercy." Keegan turned his back on them, and the low, feral growls followed him—menacing, violent. But they obeyed. The Ravagers, numbering a hundred and twenty-seven, had craved blood since the day they were sealed within this cavern. For years, they had been starved of their lust for battle. Keegan took the lead, and when they emerged into the open air, their eyes fixated on Kalaril who stood before them. They snarled at him, but Kalaril already had the ribbon tied around his neck.