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

"~Did you know: The more gigantic a creature is, the more terrific it tends to be. However, majority are worse than terrific, but dangerous as well, according to various accords."."... What... What... What the heck?...." Dash snapped out, as he pushed his leg away from the milky substance, seemingly kicking away from the bone which suddenly spilled out from a particular location he never knew could have the capacity of producing bones or whatsoever it may be.Cynthia, who was in his grip, quickly asked, "... What is it Dash..." She questioned, unable to turn her body, all thanks to the fatigue which plagued her body."... I... don't know, let me show you," He replied, turning her to face the bone in the milky substance, oozing out from the egg."Huh...," Cynthia raised a brow, "... What is a skull doing in a Termites' egg?""... Oh, don't ask me...," Dash almost replied, "... You can offer your questions to the termite, maybe interrogate it to answer why exactly a HUMAN SKULL IS IN

Summary of all which had happened:Earlier on, Eleanor had a vision, seeing the corruption cause havoc on everywhere around the city, and not just that, but also something about the Mana, which had been in the vision of Kei and the others who were on the mission in Troga Forest to recover and discover what has happened to the other groups who returned an SOS message back to the Academy.At the other hand, Cynthia and Dash found one of their academy's mate who, captured in the mandible of one of the giant termite.And with that, and a cascade of event which followed afterwards, they both found themselves in the Nesting pit of a termite, which seemed reluctant to die at all costs.This caused a leading fight, to bring down the beast to it's demise. And the result of focusing......".... I'll FOCUS. I have to. If I don't focus, then, I will miss this chance," Cynthia mumbled, watching the Termite move, more or less like a deranged animal, ready to escape death.She stared at the insect

Cynthia slowly lifted her head, pupils dilated from shock."... D... D... D... Dash?!" Cynthia tapped on Dash's arm, so rapidly, it would seem his arm could have fallen off.Just as she was about to speak up, a screech from behind jerked her up, as she quickly jumped down from the broad leaf, alongside Dash who quickly materialized his gun.His eyes scanning the environment, "... I don't think we are in a good place, and well... not at the right time..."Cynthia eyes scanned the environment, waiting to see something out of place. Her fingers ready to command the earth itself, as she scanned the sides, then, the ground level, before her eyes slowly moved to where they stood, then... she turned to face the ceiling, only to see a Giant termite staring daggers at her."Das—" She couldn't completely call out Dash's name, before the Termite landed, directly on the spot where they stood.Quickly rolling away from the spot, Dash did a backflip, to avoid getting swiped by the Termite who at th

The Primordial Architects: Birth of the First DawnBefore the first breath of a mortal or the first prayer of a priest, there existed the Protogenoi—the Primordial Gods. To understand these beings, one must first discard the human-like imagery associated with modern deities. A Primordial is not a king sitting upon a throne; they are the throne, the palace, and the very ground beneath it. They are "Abstract Manifestations," the literal fabric of the universe. Gaia is not merely a woman who governs the earth; she is the tectonic plates, the shifting loam, and the crushing weight of the mountains. Ouranos is not a spirit in the clouds, but the literal atmospheric dome that separates the world from the infinite black. They are constitutive entities, self-sustaining and absolute, whose power is derived not from worship, but from the simple fact of their existence.The hierarchy of these first ones begins with the Progenitors, those who emerged directly from the yawning abyss of Chaos. Thes

THE TRUE EVENT:Dash and Cynthia carefully went through the winding tunnels, which surprisingly had no termite through the first moment.It seemed fate smiled at them the instant they decided to save that particular person, who the termite carried off in its mandible, the only problem now would be that there had been no sign of the Termite almost anywhere.It would seem the Day would almost turn into a miserable search, through a pathway which stinked of rotten wood, and damp fresh grasses.Cynthia had to take a pause, she cleaned her eyes, not wanting to take a step further, "... I'm sure this tunnel would continue forever, until we finally stop at a deadend, become tired, before suddenly getting attacked by a viscous Termite, ready to tear us limb by limb. I'm sure no one would want such a thing, and although we are rank S members, we should still be logical in this situation. LOGICAL!!."Dash turned his head, looking at Cynthia from over his shoulder, "... I know you are Afraid—""

Eleanor suddenly jolted up, her eyes wide open.She clenched her chest, heart beating faster than ever before.The walls of the library seemed closer, drawing in, losing away the effects of reality.She blinked, again and again.What just happened? What... She couldn't understand, but there was something she did pinpoint.Firstly, everything felt like the days had gone dark, but suddenly, what she saw, a vision?.... None of it made sense.She stood up, deciding to take a stroll through the garden, which Eclipsera had luckily built to keep the feeling of refreshment in the air.Stepping outside the library, with the warm breeze touching her skin, made everything feel so unreal for a moment. Well, nothing has been real since the moment her father passed on.Since the day, the world turned against its only defenders, which were the dragons. Since the day, someone decided to built an academy and name it after his name. Since the day, the understanding of what the Pure Blood were, started