Novels by Rave

Samantha Zephyr’s words settled somewhere deep inside my chest. Quiet. Gentle. But powerful enough to make my throat tighten painfully. Strength. For so long, I had only ever associated strength with fighting. With being physically powerful enough to protect myself. Powerful enough to stop terrible things before they could happen. But the truth was painfully simple. Every single time danger appeared, someone else protected me. First Primrose. Then Zephyr. And now practically the entire Silverclaw Pack. Sometimes it made me feel fragile in the worst possible way. Like no matter how hard I tried, I was always the person standing behind everyone else while they bled for me. Zephyr must have noticed the thoughts moving behind my eyes because his expression softened even more. “You survived Rowan,” he said quietly. “Do you know how many people would’ve completely fallen apart after living through what you did?” I lowered my gaze. “I did fall apart,” I whispered. He shook

Samantha The moment Zephyr said he was going, my entire body reacted before my brain even had the chance to process it. “No.” The word flew out of my mouth so fast it startled even me. Suddenly everyone in the room was looking at me. I swallowed hard and tightened my grip on the blanket across my lap, hating how weak my voice sounded when I forced myself to speak again. “You just got out of the hospital,” I said quietly. “You inhaled all that poison gas. You were unconscious for hours, Zephyr.” My chest felt tight just thinking about it. “And Rowan’s unstable now,” I continued, trying to keep my emotions from spilling over. “You said it yourself. He’s desperate.” Zephyr looked at me calmly, but I could already see it in his eyes. He had already decided. That scared me more than anything. “I have to go,” he said gently. “No, you don’t.” I answered even faster this time. The room went completely silent. I dropped my gaze for a second, trying to steady myself before I em

Samantha Zephyr stood and opened the door. Immediately, Darren and Monica straightened awkwardly after getting caught spying. Both of them held shopping bags while trying very hard to look innocent. “You can come in,” Zephyr said flatly. “She said it’s okay.” Monica cleared her throat dramatically before marching inside first. “You scared us, you know,” she announced while placing several paper bags on the nearby table. Then she pointed proudly toward them. “I brought cake. And magazines. Mostly fashion disasters worn by celebrities.” A tiny smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. “I figured insulting rich people’s outfits might improve your mood.” Another quiet laugh escaped me. Honestly... It helped more than I expected. “That actually sounds kind of fun.” Darren walked over next and carefully placed a thermos on the nightstand. “Tea from Layla,” he explained gently. “Apparently it helps with stress.” I blinked in surprise. “Layla came here?” He nodded.

Samantha When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the harsh white light above me.For a few seconds, I just stared at it without moving.The smell of medicine filled the room, sharp and painfully clean, while the soft beeping of a monitor echoed beside my bed.Slowly, reality settled over me.The hospital.My body felt strangely light.Too light.Almost without thinking, my hand drifted toward my stomach.Then stopped.There was nothing there.No pain.No stitches.No bandages.Not even the soreness I expected after surgery.Just smooth skin beneath the thin hospital gown.I stared at my stomach for a long moment, my chest tightening painfully.As a supernatural being, I healed faster than humans ever could. Injuries that would leave normal people bedridden for weeks barely stayed on my body for days. The doctors had used a special anesthetic made specifically for people like me. It slowed our regeneration just enough for surgeries to be done safely.It worked a little like N

Samantha “We’ll survive this together,” Zephyr whispered firmly after a long while.His hand moved slowly through my hair.“We can try again someday.”His voice trembled slightly.“But right now… the only thing that matters to me is you.”Then he gently lifted my face again.“Which is why you need the surgery, Samantha.”I looked at him immediately, panic flashing through my swollen eyes.But Zephyr stayed calm.Patient.Soft.“I know how much this hurts,” he whispered. “I know letting go feels impossible.”His hand rested carefully against my cheek.“But keeping the baby inside you is hurting you now.”I bit my lip hard enough to hurt.“You did everything you could.”His voice cracked again before he forced himself to continue.“You loved our baby.”His thumb brushed another tear away.“And our baby would hate knowing you were destroying yourself like this.”Fresh tears slipped down my cheeks again, slower this time.Because deep down…I knew he was right.Still, my chest hurt unbea

Samantha Zephyr did not speak for a very long time.And somehow, the silence hurt me more than if he had shouted.After Darren brought us to the hospital, the first thing he did was order a full examination for me.Blood tests.Internal scans.An ultrasound to check on the baby.At first, everyone believed things would be okay.My body had started healing the moment I drank the antidote. The wounds that had been rotting were already closing, and my recovery happened much faster than anyone expected.So naturally, they thought the baby would recover too.But the second Darren performed the ultrasound, the entire room went silent.No heartbeat.No movement.Nothing.The baby had already started decaying inside my body.The infection from my deteriorating wounds had spread through my bloodstream long before Zephyr found the antidote. By the time the medicine healed me, it was already too late.I refused to accept it.I cried and begged Darren to save my baby.Anything.Please.There had

The words seemed to please Bernard. He finally nodded, his face still grim. “Call her. I will decide after meeting her.” His voice softened a little and his eyes even moved toward the drink. Veronica nodded with a flattering smile, but the moment she turned toward the stairs, her eyes turned cold and sharp with hidden anger. Her grip on the banister tightened. “Could that foolish girl have realized something?” The way Victoria had fallen, dirtied her dress, and rushed away to clean herself felt too convenient. But she quickly shook the thought away. There was no way. The girl had no contact with the outside world and trusted them completely. With that, she climbed the stairs, missing her daughter who was already hiding in the kitchen. Giselle had come down after locking her sister inside. She had confirmed with the maids that the guest was a rich businessman. She had quickly searched his net worth and found it in the millions. If she played her cards right, she could marry him. Her

Victoria's eyes flicked with coldness, reflecting the red water of the bathtub. But when Giselle stepped closer, frowning at her, Victoria’s expression shifted instantly. She leaned back, trembling, her face showing fear. "An accident happened, and the wine spilled all over me. I need to take an urgent bath since my room doesn’t have a washroom." Her voice shook, full of fear, earning a curse from Giselle, who looked disinterested and wanted Victoria gone. "Ha! Now you want a room with a washroom? Does your greed and shamelessness ever end? How can you always be so greedy?" Victoria frowned slightly at the foolish girl. Did she even hear her? It was hard to believe this girl had once made her submit. "Aunt asked me to clean up here and return to attend the guests." Victoria didn’t waste time arguing. She chose words to silence Giselle immediately. "And I’ll need a proper dress too since I have nothing presentable." She fidgeted, twisting the conversation to get a decent outfit.

“Did you get it?” Victoria showed fear in her eyes, but inside she was smirking. In the past both of them had been fools. She had suffered because she feared Giselle. She had believed that if she behaved well, they might love her one day. Those thoughts had only made her weak. Her aunt had told her the same thing back then. That the Harrigans were rich. They were her uncle’s bosses, and if Victoria caught their attention she could help the whole family. And just like that, she had given up on herself. “Have you gone mute now? Forget it. I do not need your answer. Your face already said everything.” Giselle smirked and turned to leave, but Victoria’s lips curled into a dark smile. “No.” The single word stopped her. Giselle turned and glared at Victoria, only to see her nervously playing with her revealing dress. “Aunt would be angry if I do not listen to her.” Ha. Giselle clenched her teeth. But even she feared her mother and could not argue against that. “Since you dare to go

Victoria stood in the garden and looked at the violets she had planted long ago. The flowers looked even more delicate and beautiful than she remembered. In the past she had spent hours admiring them, wasting her time while waiting for a knight in shining armor to come and save her. This time she would not wait for anyone. “Ah sister, are you looking at the flowers again?” A girl with a gentle smile walked toward her. Her lips were full and curved softly. She had a heart shaped face and bright watery eyes. Her slender body could compete with models. Freckles spread across her nose and cheeks, something she always tried hard to hide. This was her cousin, Giselle. “The guests will arrive any moment. Mother sent me to remind you that you will be the one opening the door and greeting them first.” she said with a soft smile. In the past Victoria had trusted that smile without question and ignored the commanding tone hidden beneath it. Victoria’s lips slowly curved into a dark smile. “It

Glowera town of Archendia country was close to the capital, Nightingale city. Because of that it had grown beyond limits. Taverns, inns, and marketplaces kept appearing one after another, making the town lively and crowded. When Victoria opened her eyes, her body trembled as the memory of pain rushed back to her. Her hand moved to her stomach at once, searching for the deep cut. But it was not there, as if it had never existed in the first place. “I know she is acting. There is no way my daughter could injure her that badly. She must have faked her sickness so she would not need to meet the special guest tonight.” A shrill voice rang out and Victoria froze. She looked around and quickly realized she was inside her aunt’s house again. It had been ten years since she had left this place. The noise outside slowly grew louder and soon the door opened. Her aunt walked in. She had the same brown hair and black eyes as Victoria, but her plump body made her eyes look smaller and her movement

“Was it all for money?” The words felt heavy in the cold of the night. Even though she had fallen to the ground in a pool of her own blood, Victoria still held a kind of power that her uncle and his family could not match as they stood before her, proud and arrogant in their proper suits. But the suits were stained with her blood. The feeling of being inferior never left him. Even after he had slit her stomach and left her bleeding to death, she was still looking at him with the same disgusting expression, as if he were a pest not worth her attention. If only she had understood. “It is to teach you a lesson! A married woman should stay at home and not poke her nose into the matters of others.” She raised a brow and laughed. “So much drama and blood just to tell me I am married, when I never wanted to marry him in the first place?” she mocked while looking at Benard, her husband, another devil in her hell. Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakene