The Ravager Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

“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

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

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

They pulled me away from them. "I will kill you son, bastard! I will fucking kill him for betraying Rampage!" Bastards! I trusted them! I TRUSTED THEM! We did what they pleaded. We saved his ass! And now, we will return, Rampage being captured with the royal guards because they told them he is the hunter!? Fuck them! Fuck them all! "Vaspe, calm down. Calm down!" I pushed Phoenix. "Do you know a thing about this?" "Vaspe---"

“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.

The silence lingered, killing me by each passing second. Then finally. "She's not wrong. You're just a convenient hole for my release." My world tilted, and the tears that have been piling up all day finally streamed down my face. Before I could say more, he continued. "I, Ronan of the Bloodmoon Pack, reject you, Ravenna as my mate." Pain ripped my soul apart as the mate bond shattered like glass. A scream tore through my throat as it felt like untamed fire was ripping from the spot he had marked me. I couldn't sit still and had to collapsed to the cold floor.

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."