The Ravager Novels & Stories

Raven POV It's been a few months since my mother collapsed and I'm not sure how I should be taking things. I feel numb. A part of me should be happy about this because of the way she has been treating me the last 6 years, but she's my mother. I have been going through the motions of my days and putting all my effort into becoming the best warrior this pack has ever seen especially after all the rogue attacks we have been experiencing. I would love to be on the battlefield helping out my fellow warriors, but the Alpha doesn't deem females to be worthy of fighting alongside him even if I am the best female warrior we have here. The Alpha announced we have the Top Warrior and future Alpha of th

Though our rogue camp wasn't much and we hardly had anything to eat in the beginning, we were all content and lived as one big family. But, Four years later, our rogue pack was attacked...by Snowfall pack. Because it was a surprise attack, many lives were lost that day...and I watched Alpha Gage tear my father apart " I swallowed a lump in my throat and blinked the image away. Phoenix moved so he was sitting with his back leaning on the headboard and I was still straddling him. He didn't say anything, so I continued. " My mother....my mother was trying to protect us..even though she was going through so much pain after loosing her mate.

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.

"One of my crew members is an ex-ravager." And he was my next breadcrumb.

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

It kept me from screaming. The sudden growls of engines startled me, and I stared forward. At first I thought I was just seeing things; I had been walking for hours after all, but then I saw them: six figures on roaring bikes emerging from the fog like nightmares. Black leather, helmets with glowing red visors, and an insignia I recognised immediately. The Ravagers. Assassins, bounty hunters, and merciless executioners from the most feared pack in the Southern Province. Rumours had it that if you could see them coming, you were already dead. They were hired by the elites, Alphas, and Gammas. If wanted someone gone, they were hired by packs during war to fight