The Ravager Novels & Stories

Hollowborn screamed, Hunters faltered, and even the rogues recoiled. Raven’s scream cut through the chaos, pure and terrifying, as she moved through the battlefield like a god. Every strike, every surge of energy, every motion was precise, as Riders and guardians alike followed her lead, their combined power amplifying hers, creating a symphony of destruction that no army could withstand.

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

“Whatever this Ravager thing is, it’s not in a single lore book we own.” “I’ve scoured every paranormal site I know,” Alexandra muttered without looking up, his screen casting a faint glow across his face. “And so far—wait—” His laptop pinged. He paused, scanning the page. Then he blinked and gave a low whistle. “Well, I’ll be damned. Will, you were right.” William looked up, half a sandwich in hand. “Obviously.” Alexandra shook his head, slightly amused. “Ravager. Technically a kind of witch. Albanian in origin, but some of the older myths trace back to Ancient Greece. They feed off… spiritus anima vitae.”

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

Ragnar quickly scanned the kitchen. He ran to the wall where he had spotted a long chain hanging down to the wooden plaque. He climbed on the links of the chain that held one of the many bars hanged from the roof and to which hung all kinds of tools, utensils and animal bones. Once he climbed the chain and reached his other end, he hoisted himself up on the horizontal bar which it was holding and with his arms outstretched to keep his balance while jumping over the handles of the knives hanging from the bar. He walked quickly all along the wooden bar to reach on the other side the knot of another rope which was hung under the roof and held the bar in its horizontal position. Ragnar held the

“Besides, it depends on what the raven sees. Legarde closes his eyes and sees through the eyes of his raven, perched on a post near the notice board has eyes fixed on a paper nailed to it. “Ah Fear! This is a good one and worth good coin. From the Lord of the city of Knightrest himself. All we have to do is, Travel to the Abandoned City of Ferngully, Kill its Guardian, and bring the guardian artifact back to Lord Fuller as proof and get paid.” “Oh is that all? Will you be sending your goodbyes to your princess with me? I can drop you off and make my way straight there if you wish.” Fear grunts at his master’s stupidity.

“We’ll see about that. You can have your half brother. He’s not mine anyway. You’ll come to me soon enough, Aria.” He lifted one hand, casual and deliberate, and figures stepped out from the shadows in every direction. They emerged from behind buildings, from alleyways, from the broken edges of the street, until there were dozens of them. Thirty at least. Most were streaked with dried blood, and every single pair of eyes burned red. The Ravager cast one last smile over his shoulder before melting back into the darkness, his ferals slipping away with him as if they had never been there at all.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

The only thing their sensors picked up was the wreckage of a few patrol drones. Just out of their range, Freya and Xylo skated their mecha in a wide circle around the settlement itself. Freya was piloting the mecha they found - it was a B-ranked Hrothgar Tyr “Stormrider” Elite Mechanized Assault chassis. Currently, it was painted white and gold, but Freya was determined to change that. On its shoulder was a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Antipersonnel Chaingun, which loaded directly from an ammunition pack on the mecha’s back.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she