Novels by Roth Raven

The sun hadn’t risen yet.Not fully.It only sat behind the ridges of the Western mountains like a tired flame, throwing pale light across the stone paths that led to the outer fields. The Kingdom had barely stirred. No birds yet, no sounds of boots, or the usual blacksmith hammering. But in the training field just before the edge of the cliff, where the wind howled and carried the scent of pine and distant smoke, one girl moved.She wasn’t dressed in armor.Only in thin, battle-worn cloth — black, grey, and stitched in places where her strikes had torn through them. Her boots were stained, one strap missing, and her gloves were cut at the knuckles. Her long hair had been tied up with a simple ribbon, the same color as her eyes — pale gold.She was breathing heavily. But not from exhaustion.From control.Discipline.Her sword was already planted in the ground. She had finished the first form over two hours ago. And the second. And the third. And the fourth. And now, she sat cross-leg

The sky was silver tonight.Not bright. Not dark. Just silver. Like someone had poured old metal across the clouds and left it still.Two figures sat beneath that sky, on an ancient ledge that rested beyond the stars, far above the realm of mortals. It was a quiet place. A place where time didn’t tick, but drifted.The first god, *Renoir*, sat with his hands folded behind his back. His robe was simple—dark green, soft folds running down his shoulder. He didn’t wear a crown, nor did he need one. His skin glowed faintly, like wet stone under the moonlight. His hair was tied behind him in a low knot, thin strands drifting as the breeze passed.Beside him sat *Durei*, a quieter god. He wore white, stitched carefully with dull silver threads. His sleeves were long enough to hide his hands, and his shoes never touched the ground. He floated slightly above the rock, legs crossed, looking up at the sky with thoughtful eyes.“I don’t like it,” Renoir said after a while, his voice deep but rela

s Yes the darkness is something to be truly afraid of mo yu are devoured instantly by the void It was supposed to be another day of forest work. Nothing new. Five people—Ayo, Blessing, Jide, Ruth, and Tolu—were hired to clear paths deep in the woods where trees had grown thick and wild. They packed up tools, water, and a few snacks. Birds chirped lightly above as they walked down the first trail. It was quiet, peaceful, too calm for a forest with so much depth.Tolu, who had worked there before, led the way. He said there was a zone nobody liked going near. Rumors, old stories. People claimed they’d heard voices, some saw strange light. But the team didn’t care about myths—they were there to earn their pay.Hours passed as they walked further, cutting branches and marking trees. Then, Ruth spotted something odd ahead. Not a tree. Not a rock. It was a Gate. Not like a gate from a house. This one looked older than anything they'd ever seen. Tall, built from some dark, shiny stone. Carv

The hall of the Blood Ritual Altar stood silent, like even sound had been forgotten. Stones were chipped. Walls were marked by old claws. Torches flickered without fire, giving no light, only shape. Cold moved through the air like a living thing, slow and watching.In the center of the hall, the Doorstone waited.Not glowing. Not moving. Just sitting, like it always had. Valtor stood a few steps away, arms crossed, face blank, but eyes filled with questions. His boots made no echo. His breath didn’t show in the air. Nothing moved around him. Except the shadows.Then a voice came.Not from the walls. Not from the air. But from the shadow behind him—growing long and deep like it had been waiting. The voice belonged to the Shadow Monarch. Old. Heavy. Not angry, not kind. Just... knowing.“You stand near the stone like you understand it,” said the Monarch. “But you don’t. You feel trapped, so you look at the Doorstone like it owes you a way out. It does not.”Valtor turned, just a little,

"Huhhhhhhhh?," Valtor struggled to get free from the tight grip, only to be carried up from the darkness of the Void."What exactly is wrong with you," The Shadow Monarch asked, his brows furrowed, "Or do you want to explore Death's Nest?.."Valtor eyes moved to the depth of the darkness, before answering, "I only wanted to go on an adventure..."Waving off this words, the Shadow Monarch replied. He said, "You want to explore the darkness, and all these, because?... You don't know that even the darkness has limits?.."Valtor frowned, mirroring his expression, "And what do you know about the darkness that which, build you up?..""I am born of and from the void, the abyss is my home, the Shadow Realm, the womb. Of course, it is exactly what builds me up, and for your information," He moved an inch close, "You should know that falling into the darkness would bring you zero hope of leaving the Dark Mansion.."Valtor eyes went wide opened, "How do... How did you know that..""We Monarchs a

The Void Loop was a realm beyond the mortal world, a place where time and space lost all meaning. It was a dimension of eternal darkness, where the laws of physics were twisted and distorted. The Void Loop was home to countless dead entities, each with their own lost unique existence and purpose.At the heart of the Void Loop lay the Void itself, a vast and formless expanse of nothingness. The Void was not just an absence of being, but a presence that exerted its own influence over the Loop. It was a gravitational force that drew in all manner of creatures, some seeking power, others seeking escape.Despite its name, the Void was not empty. It was inhabited by beings that defied conventional understanding. These entities existed outside the bounds of reality, their forms blurring and shifting like the shadows on a moonless night. They moved with a purpose, driven by motivations that were beyond human comprehension.The Void Loop was divided into different realms, each with its own dis

Ash quickly dematerialized, just enough time, before he almost got spotted by the academy's search team.More than five men, armed to the teeth, with radar scanner which seemed to be like long iron rods, searched the entire premises, just after getting dropped from the Academy's helicopter.One of the men, tapped his earpiece, sending a message to the Control room, where the elders were gathered. But, not just the elders; Principal Cedric was there as well."... There is no sign of anything here, although the radars are picking up intense energy released from the premises," The man said, moving around, trying to place what wasn't supposed to be there."... I see," Principal Cedric said, tapping his chin, before adjusting his glasses, then said to the elders, "... What we picked up, a minute ago was a magnitude of powers unlike any corruption we have ever seen."He turned to face the Headmaster, a man with a serious expression which seemed to mask his deadpanned looking eyes.Dressed i

A massive pillar of golden fire shot straight up from the center of the plateau, punching a jagged hole through the clouds. Kael’s body didn't just "transform"—it exploded outward. His hoodie, his jeans, his boots—they all just turned to ash, unable to handle the sudden, violent heat. His skin hardened into heavy, shimmering gold plates. His spine lengthened, snapping and popping like a falling tree, as two massive, tattered wings unfurled and caught the moonlight.He wasn't a teenager anymore. He was a Golden Dragon, ancient and terrifying. When he opened his eyes, they weren't human—they were two burning suns that turned the midnight sky into high noon.Ash didn't run....... He didn't even try to stand his ground. The sheer weight of Kael’s presence—that "aura" Dravil had warned him about—was like a physical hand shoving him into the dirt. Ash’s knees hit the gravel with a hard thud. He bent his head low, his forehead almost touching the dusty ground, his small body shaking uncontr

Kael slowly stood up, his eyes facing the moonlight, his sight not exceeding their gaze, he kept quiet... Too quiet.Then, he looked at Ash again.Ash slowly kept quiet, before asking, almost abruptly, "... What did you see? What exactly did you see in your vision?" He asked, but deep down.... in his heart, he truly was worried about everything. He had always known the Ancient Dragon for as long as time could tell, but to see this same person trapped in a body and thoughts of uncertainty.This... felt sad. "... I saw when I... I was the Ancient Dragon, this time I saw myself as a whole Dragon, in the flesh," Kael raised his hand towards the moonlight, "... I could see the scales, I could feel the energy, I could feel... everything, I didn't understand what I wanted, but I knew one thing and that's that I wanted Peace. No matter what was going on, I wanted Peace, I wanted to end the fight, I wanted the whole world to be balanced, this was my entire goal, this... Everything... I.... t

Kael sat in the heavy silence of Mount Shara, the black sword resting across his knees. The metal felt cold, but it pulsed against his palms like a living heart. As he stared into the silver glow of the moon, his vision started to blur. The wind stopped howling, and the mountain beneath him seemed to dissolve into nothingness.Suddenly...A FLASH OF MEMORY:He wasn't sitting on a plateau anymore.He was suspended in a sky that looked like it was bleeding. Everything was a deep, bruised purple and suffocating black. Below him, the world wasn't made of trees or cities; it was a wasteland of ash. He looked down at his hands, but they weren't the hands of a teenager in a hoodie. They were huge, covered in scales that shimmered like polished onyx, and his fingers ended in claws that could rend steel.In front of him stood a darkness so thick it felt like a wall. It wasn't just a monster; it was a void, a swirling mass of shadows that swallowed the very light around it. It had a thousand e

"... ASH?!," Kael’s heart was hammering against his ribs so hard it actually hurt. He stared at Ash, who was just standing there on that jagged rock like he owned the mountain. The shock made Kael’s legs feel like jelly, and he sank onto a flat stone, his breath coming in ragged, white clouds."How long?" Kael managed to ask, his voice cracking. "How long were you behind me?"Ash hopped down from the rock, his boots making a sharp crunching sound on the gravel. "Since the dorms, Kael. You’re not exactly a ninja. You smell like dragon-fire and panic. It wasn't hard to keep up." Ash said with an air of sarcasm as he walked closer, his small face looking way too serious for a kid. "Now, talk, please. What are you doing all the way out here? This isn't exactly a spot for a midnight stroll... Definitely not with a hoodie.."Kael didn't answer. He just stared at his muddy boots, his head buried in his hands. The silence stretched out, filled only by the whistling wind."Kael, please , Look

The secret train from Eclipsera pulled into the city terminal with a hiss that sounded way too loud in the midnight quiet. Kael stepped onto the platform, feeling the sudden weight of the city air. It wasn't like the academy; it was thick with the smell of old exhaust, burnt street food from a street corner he couldn't see, and the general dampness of concrete.He didn't look at the few people sleeping on the benches. He just pulled his hoodie strings until the fabric shadowed his eyes and started walking. He didn't see the small figure tucked into the shadow of a pillar, eyes glowing faintly as they tracked his every move. Ash stayed silent, a ghost in the dark.But, even with the silence, he whispered, "... What is he going to do?"Kael’s feet seemed to know the way better than his head did. He turned down a street where the streetlights were flickering, buzzing like angry insects.He remembered instantly, almost instantly, the corruption bee which attacked him, and how Principal C