Unscramble Ravaged Novels & Stories

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

Two vans and a car pull up and a military-looking man jumps out. “Status?” he demands. “Threat neutralized bar one that escaped. One DOA in the car. Six wounded, one is a level one and one a level two, the rest a level five,” Axel reports and I try to dissect what he's saying. I assume the levels are injury severity.

Rhea I broke the second Elora’s door closed behind me. I just completely fell apart. She caught me before I hit the floor, her arms wrapping tight around me as the sobs tore out of my chest. Raw. Ugly. The kind of crying that physically hurts. “It’s okay,” she murmured, guiding me toward her bed. “It’s okay, Ri. I’ve got you. Cry it all out.” We sat there, me curled into her side, her holding me together while I shattered, and I cried until there was nothing left. I cried until my throat was raw, my eyes burned, and my chest ached from the sheer force of it.

Their eyes burned with an unnatural red glow that felt like fire on her skin. And there were dozens of them. Chained. Panting. Growling. Their breath steamed the air like smoke. Tiara tried to move... But the vision pulled her deeper, slamming her face to face with the largest Ravager. Its snout was scarred. Its jaw unhinged too wide, revealing rows of serrated teeth. It sniffed the air, sniffed her... And spoke in a voice layered with a thousand screams: “WE SMELL YOU.” Tiara’s heart stopped.

The letter lay crumpled between them. The broken promise felt more visceral than ever. And the house remained silent. Waiting. Grieving. Unraveling.

"Hey, can you hear me? Look at me. Can you see me?" ​She slowly lifted her head, and the raw breakdown on her face hit me like a physical punch. Her eyes were completely bloodshot, her makeup smeared down her cheeks, and her chest was heaving so violently she couldn't even form words. The moment her blurry eyes landed on me, she didn't recoil. Instead, she just completely broke. ​With a choked, heartbroken sob, she lunged forward, collapsing right against my chest.

By 'certain', I mean his best friend, Max. Vance scrunched up his nose and opened his eyes in complete irritation. He had almost kissed those lips! Vance was angry when he opened his red eyes, indicating his alpha was not satisfied with the sudden disturbance. He slowly rose from the bed while rubbing the sleep from his eyes while his scent turned sour.

I’m definitely glad I’m in this form when I catch the scent of a band of Ravagers. Nothing on Earth smells the way Ravagers do. Rotting human flesh catches in their teeth and lingers on their breath. They smell like blood in a completely different way than the good sigil I found on the tree a few nights ago. They smell like decay. The fucked up thing is that they walk around like this and don’t know or care. These used to be human beings, people like the four of us. And now they’re unrecognizable.

Lacey's POV: Cracking down these radical factions has gotten easier since the beginning of the Reversal. In the beginning, I remember receiving so much backlash. About 40% of the population was on board. 50% resented it, but they were willing to comply. And the last 10% was the minority of radical (mostly men) people trying to win back their misogynistic society. We repressed that immediately. But naturally, as those weeds were plucked, more arose, which is why our loyal "Societal Coordinator" Harry is in charge of burning them. We use "Societal Coordinator" for technical reasons. Really, he susses out suspicious people, and "sets them straight". "Setting them straight" could mean a variety

Spin shakes his head. “Well you know, indecent places”, I say quietly. Spin chuckles as he continues shaving. Meme takes a moment before she gets the reference and squeals out, “oh my God Lala! I swear you honestly don’t understand what oversharing is”. She is giggling like a lovesick schoolgirl!