The Ravager Novels & Stories

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

Raven’s POV The air turned heavy the moment his words left his lips. Raven Kincade. My name. The name I buried. The name that was supposed to stay dead. My crew looked between me and him, confusion sparking in their eyes, but I didn’t flinch. Ghost does not flinch. I leaned back on the couch, crossing my legs slowly, letting the silence stretch until it became awkward. “And why,” I said, my voice coldly, “would the great Alpha of the Iron Howlers come crawling to rogues for help?”

, only happened because of me. The moment he begged me, promised to serve only me, was the moment I freed him from his little cell. Now he won’t even fuck without my say-so. I own that good little hurricane of mine. He is my spy weapon of mass destruction to take down my enemies, starting with the Ravagers. After he slaughters the Zens and Kill-shot, I’ll absorb the Ravagers into my crew. After that, Tempest will fall. Then I’ll take out C.H.A.O.S. and make their little pixie mine. Oh yes. This plan is perfect.

finally shift. I went to look up and the person carrying me and was shocked to see it was the man from earlier, his tattoos were visable at his shirt edge showing me that he was most likely covered in them, his hair cut was so much different then the men around here, the sides were shaven to the skin but long on the top; I couldnt help but notice a scar running down his jaw. This man was very much my type, old style warrior vibes flowed from him and dam was it sexy. He probaly saw me as a weakling but I couldn't help but be thankful he didnt seem to noice me looking at him because I really liked the view. "Rouge." His voice startled me as he suddenly looked down at me his eyes I thought wer

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

With a surge of strength, he hurls him against a tree, the bark splitting as Dagar crashes through it. Raphael rushes to my side. “Are you hurt?” I cough and take deep breaths. “I’m okay.” We watch Dagar get up from the rubble of branches. He stands tall and reaches his hands to the sky. A sea of ravens rises from the trees at his command. Not even I can control that many. Dagar swings his arms toward us, and the wave crashes into us, though Raphael takes the brunt of it because he shields me. I can’t take control of all of them as I did before when it was Dagar in Grimm’s body. Dagar’s grip on them is too strong, yet I wrest enough to weave a circling wall of ravens around me. The pressure

The rogue clawed at Ragnar’s shoulder, blood spraying, but Ragnar held on, shoving forward, eyes blazing with fury. Silver light flickered around him, like rain dancing on lightning, pulsing brighter as the rogue shrieked and convulsed, the light burning through its flesh. With a final flash, the rogue dropped, dead at Ragnar’s feet. The clearing fell silent for a heartbeat, rain pattering on blood-soaked earth, steam rising from the rogue’s corpse. Raven froze, her wolf’s jaws dripping with blood, eyes locked on Ragnar. "Alpha…" Luca’s voice in her mind was shaken. What is he?

Prairie Rose was nothing more than another responsibility. The men he traveled with under the cloak of night couldn’t be mistaken for anything less than thugs, which was why they stuck to the cover of darkness. They’d draw unwanted attention to themselves otherwise. The suburban had three rows of seating. Ireland was currently driving, and though he was still not more than a pup in his twenties, he was one of the best trackers they’d ever produced. Their pack had been raided and participated in raids for centuries. Vengeance was something his wolves understood. It was fed to them as babies and spooned into their mouths all their lives.

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