The Ravager Romane & Geschichten

"Rayden Kalesvara, I know you can hear me! Come out, you coward! Face me like a man!" Gavin Bramasta's once-immaculate clothes were now tattered and stained, his well-groomed hair was a chaotic mess, and his eyes burned red like the embers of hell. He was no longer the proud, genius heir of the Bramasta family. He was a ghost returned from the grave, a wild beast that had lost everything and now had only one thing left: hatred.

I let go completely, sobs wracking my body, hanging from the chains like a rag doll. I hate this. I hate him. I swear to God, I’ll make him pay. Even if it’s the last thing I do on this earth, I’ll bring him to his knees. I’ll crush everything he thinks he owns. And Ian too. I’ll burn them both to the ground. This I swear. Hard, ugly sobs tore out of me. The cane clattered to the floor. He stepped behind me again, breath hot against my ear. “You shouldn’t have lied,” he hissed, like a psycho savoring every tear.

pit of my stomach. My whole body began to buzz with energy and my pale skin began to look like a veiny net as dark bulging veins appeared on it. I felt as though I was no longer in control of my body anymore. The wound in my chest started to clot up and formed a hard rock at the center like a turtle shell with purple veiny lights across it. I lay my mothers head down gently and closed the distance between me and the hedgehog magi under a second. My hands grabbed hold of her neck like they had a life of their own. Was I going to kill this woman? My grip softened a bit, but then my head snapped involuntarily to see my mother’s lifeless body on my bedroom floor. She deserved to die an honorabl

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'

The stone hit a tree far away. A roar ripped through the air. It was a scary sound. It was not a wolf howl. It was a scream of pain. The Ravager came out of the mist. He was a nightmare. His fur was falling out in patches. His eyes were not gold or brown. They were a milky white, leaking green fluid. He was twice my size, and his mouth was covered in black foam. He saw the movement where the stone had hit. He lunged. I stayed very still like I was a shadow or I was the wind.

Codename: Raven Queen. Former Asset: Division V. Psych Profile: Cold-empathic. Adaptive strategist. Linguistic mimic. Borderline sociopathy indicators. Control model. Status: Presumed Deceased — 2014. Last Sighting: Oslo, 2015 — operative disavowed. “She’s been off-grid since before Lucien’s fall,” Roman explained. “But she wasn’t hiding. She was building.” Eden flipped through the dossier. Black-and-white photographs showed a woman with pale, calculating eyes, and a near-smile that never quite reached her cheeks. One image had her seated at a conference table with figures in military garb—all blurred except for her.

He was a werewolf, why should I care. “The demons in the area have found a way to bring about an infection that turns humans and wolves alike into demonic slaves. I need your help to find what is cause it.” He glanced at me, “Raven is the only one who can stop it, she has come into contact with the substance a few years ago and it did not affect her at all.” Dustin’s and my mouth fell open. I had been trying to find the source of this plague that was striking our people down, but I had no leads.

The only thing running through my mind was her safety. Raven was one who needed no one because she could protect herself. For her to call me simply meant that things had gotten out of hand. Suddenly, a wave of flames burst out of him. “That's it, fireball. Let them all burn…” He chuckled. I didn't wait to find out what the psycho was on about and dashed off. If he wanted to get Raven, he would have to get to her first. Arriving at the gates of BloodFang, I killed everyone and anyone who tried to stop it.

Ingvar looks me in the eye, and I chuckle, knowing from the outside Raven doesn’t look like much, but looks are often deceiving. “Raven is capable of more. She has the power to kill hundreds of thousands without effort. Try to remember, she made all your men lay down their guns with zero effort, imagine what she can do when she’s angry. I’m sure Dagon told you about the battle on the edge of my pack lands not long ago, Raven killed hundreds of vampires without even touching them,” I look him in the eye, his government sent him here because they know Raven is capable of being dangerous.

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.