The Ravager Novels & Stories

she whispered, but her broken voice was still audible. “Don’t be fooled, boy,” Baron pressed. “She’s been practicing that trembling voice for years.” Hailey stared at both Alex's father and mother confused, 'what does he mean by she's a manipulator.' “ENOUGH!” The word ripped from Alex’s throat, shaking the room into silence. His fury was palpable, his presence suffocating. “How dare you,” he growled, stepping between Jenny and Baron. “How dare you speak like that, Baron Vanguard, when you yourself are the definition of a manipulator!”

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

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.

If he couldn't own the weapon, he would see it destroyed. He knew he had me. He could see the calculation in my eyes, the way my mind was searching for a backdoor that didn't exist. "You're a monster," I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "I am a realist, Ravenna," Kael countered, his voice smooth and cold. "And the reality is that you are a wolfless girl playing a very dangerous game. Without me, you are a ghost waiting to be exorcised. With me? You are a revolution."

“I did not open anything for you.” “Yet here you are.” The shadows thickened ahead of me. They twisted like smoke being pulled into a shape. Slowly, a tall figure formed. Bare feet. Long hands. A hood that hid his face. Only two bright marks glowed where his eyes should have been, like silver fire. My breath caught. “You.” The Ravager stepped closer. His voice brushed against my skin like cold wind. “I marked you as a child. You were meant to rise with me. Instead, you ran.”

"The East drowned in blood. It was one of the massacres that made him so popular and feared!" The room fell silent as each man recalled the grisly tales. The Ravagers were deadly rogue wolves. They were rogues that were trapped in their wolf form and were known as beasts. They didn't have a single human instinct in them, hence they were completely animalistic and true predators. They craved blood, craved death. The only Ravagers that existed were under Keegan's command. They submitted and listened to him, and him alone. They couldn't live among the wolves and have been locked in a cave for years, only to be released when Keegan had use for them.

"You old hound, Jackson. I didn't imagine you would truly arrive. Jackson gave a shrug. "Remember that I owed you one? However, this evens us out. As she observed the conversation, Isabella felt both relieved and suspicious. They could no longer afford to spend trust carelessly, even though Jackson had saved their lives. They moved farther into the jungle to a secret camp with Jackson's assistance. Jackson's men belonged to a rogue unit, which was made up of ex-operatives who had lost faith in their own governments due to corruption. They had made the decision to live off the grid and support those who were quietly battling for justice.