Unscramble Ravaged Novels & Stories

He fired a message off to Luca and prayed she'd listen to him. By late afternoon, the exhaustion had settled into her bones. Her head throbbed. Her vision blurred at the edges. Her breath felt shallow. She pushed through it, refusing to slow down, refusing to let anyone see the cracks forming. But the cracks were there. She felt them when she snapped at an assistant for moving a reflector too slowly. She felt them when she misjudged the lighting and had to redo an entire sequence. She felt them when Marc placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “Take a break,” and she pulled away too quickly.

And now. Through my adrenaline I willed myself over to where her lifeless body laid, and I made my way through the debris, and showers of scattered glass, I went to turn her over onto her back, and see just how bad the damage was. The dagger still clearly embedded in her skin, with the blood pooling out. Instinctively, I went for trying to revive her, not caring that the building was still in a rapid state of destruction, and still falling at a pace that would trap us if we didn't escape.

He looked pyscho filled with rage. Hazel crawled further into the wall, keeping her petrified eyes on his every movement. Before he began to take predatory steps in her direction, dropping her heart. The vengeance in his irises was clearly pledging one thing. Her destruction.

Jerika asked nurse. “No but you might have sprained it or tear your ligaments. Do not move it. Come with me. I will help you” Nurse said politely. Jerika had tears in her eyes. It was the reflection of her pain and Daulat could see it clearly. Nurse helped Jerika standing up and took her along.

but the words were heard on the battlefield. However, their triumph was fleeting. They were about to gain the upper hand when the Ravager roared so loudly that it shook the air itself. As black smoke streamed from the beast's body like a menacing mist, its wounds started to mend and its flesh healed. A sickening smirk spread across the Ravager's face as its crimson eyes flared brighter.

Hard pass. As I towel off, something catches my eye in the mirror, and my heart drops into my stomach. My back. I freeze, the air turning thick and heavy, like I’m suddenly trying to breathe underwater. My hands shake as I stare at what used to be my back, its now a ruined mess of angry red ridges and thick, ropey scars crisscrossing like a roadmap to hell.

She shook her head and turned round, time to head home. As she turned, the strap of her camera came loose with the spin and it fell to the floor. She cursed and bent down to pick it and examined it, she was grateful that the lens hadn't been cracked or broken by the fall but the covering had. Ohh well, it was less expensive to get a new covering than to get a new camera lens.

I muttered and my head was suddenly filled with images from what remained of my pack when I returned to see the damage two weeks after the fact. The pack house was nothing more than ruins on the floor and I could see the bodies of those who were trapped when it happened. Ordinary houses had been turned to rubble with the bodies of families who had been massacred outside their homes. The smell of rotting flesh and decaying blood filled my senses.

Rune The first thing I did after getting Blizzard calmed down, and ensuring Damien had really left, was change into some dry clothes, twirling my hair up into a messy bun as I reentered the destroyed front room. Fortunately, a thorough inspection of the rest of the house revealed that I was alone, and that it didn’t appear Damien had touched much while he was here unattended. I was dying for a shower, the frigid rain having soaked me through to the bone, but I knew Blizzard would have attempted to leap into the walk-in shower with me due to the thunder still reverberating every now and then.

I guess the heavens heard her prayers. But when my eyes opened, I wasn't pleased with the view I saw. I almost couldn't recognize her for the first few seconds because I was color blind. After a few seconds, I saw her face was brutalized; she was looking pale and malnourished. I taped her softly to let her know that I was awake. I was still very weak so I couldn't talk.