The Ravager Romane & Geschichten

' Hot tears spilled over the edges of her eyelids, picturing her beautiful and dignified mother as Ravager pulled out a sharp sword. Nothing but pure greed gleamed from Ravager's eyes as he thought about the award that would be granted to him once his task was complete. 'With that much money, forget the slums! I can buy myself a mansion and fill it with beautiful women! I'll become my own man! Rich and powerful! All for the price of this little beauty’s head!'

She doubted that Azrael was selfless in this cruel and selfish world. "Because you were found near my territory and If you complete the shift, you will become one of our kind. If I leave you on your own, there is a high chance you'd never make it out of the woods. Besides, I am not exactly sure but from the events you have described, it seems there are a few more people involved in the attack on you. Those wolves that helped you, the ones with red eyes, are called Rogues and they aren't very helpful or sane as a matter of fact. But according to you, they not only saved you from Richard but also disposed you near our borders, which means they have been roaming around the woods undetected by

In fact, as I looked closer at the faces staring back at me, a cold realization settled into my chest. A young man leaning against a well had a deep, jagged silver scar cutting right across his throat. It was the telltale mark of a severed vocal cord or a ruptured wolf spirit. An older woman sitting on a porch was weaving blankets, her eyes milky and blind, but she didn't look nearly as alert as a pack elder typically would. There were kids running around, but their movements lacked that wild, hyper-energetic bounce that young pups usually had before their first shift. "Everyone!" Rayna called out, her small voice ringing clear across the quiet square. She stepped out in front of Edith, poin

'' Grey walked slowly towards Ryder. ''Now, tell me, Ryder Radstille. Where is your main army?'' Ryder didn't speak. ''You better hurry up. See that beast over there?'' He pointed to the jelly black monster. ''That's Fulor, another specie of the Shadow.'' Ryder clenched his fists. ''You created another monster.'' ''Oh, yes, because that's what Hearth does according to your narrative.''

When she looked back, she was surprised to see that the girl was still following her. "Are you a stalker or something? Don't make me regret saving you! If you don't get going now, I will shoot you right here!" Stella threatened. "I know you're an assassinator, but you're a good person. A bad person would never have saved me, but you did. I know you can't hurt me. You're afraid I will implicate things for you, and you think I'm a spy, but I'm not. Please," "What? What do you know about me? That man I shot right in front of you is the second person I'm killing today, what makes you think I can't waste your life right now?!" She reeled.

Something was taking over him. Rage!

he laughed nervously, shaking his head. “Those nightcrawlers are a lost cause. They have lost themselves to madness and are incapable of having even a shred of sanity. Vile creatures,” he spat with so much venom dripping from each word. Hearing him say they are vile made me angry. He dare call them that when he was the one who took away their life, stripping it right before their eyes and made their lives a living hell. I could feel Valkerie tugging at me, wanting us to shift. Her urge to do so is overwhelming, I could barely keep her in line. I held her back, telling her to wait for the right moment to strike if anything happens.

No, it had to be the one man in the city who could destroy my reputation and dismantle everything I was trying to save with a single phone call, and he was standing right there in front of me with that arrogant, slow, cutting smile that had always made me feel like he could see straight through every wall I'd ever built around myself. Ryan Hale, was my husband's brother… step brother to be exact. He was notorious in every circle I'd ever heard his name mentioned in, for being exactly as dangerous, cunning, sadistic and whorish as he looked. And right now he looked very, amused and very very hungry… hungry for the juicy piece of meat he had just caught and was about to tear up. And in that mo

I had intended to break her, to firmly remind her who exactly she married but the moment she stood over Gerald, cold and completely unbothered about the pooling blood, something stupid snapped inside me, she looked so damn good playing the boss. And then this bitch broke my nose, I touched the bridge of my nose, wincing slightly as a fresh throb of pain shot through my face. I pulled over at the secure yard a few blocks away from the warehouse, stepping into the cool night air, I washed the blood from my face and stripped out my ruined shirt, staring into the cracked mirror of the locker room, I looked deep into my own eyes. Rowan Moretti had officially declared war, he had shot my brother,

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.