An Unkindness Of Ravens Lucas Scott Book Novels & Stories

***Hyacinth*** The words on the business textbook blurred together, meaningless shapes on a page. I tapped my pen against my notebook, leaving behind a trail of spirals and half-formed story ideas instead of notes. This wasn’t me. Numbers, strategies, corporate jargon—it all felt like a language I’d never be fluent in. But Raven had insisted, and so here I was, trapped in a role I never wanted. A sigh escaped me, heavy with frustration. “It’s interesting.”

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

I slammed the door down with a huge force, and then my pupils dilated in terror as I watched the scene play out in front of me. Feeling my heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces. Unable to believe my fucking eyes. Raven was lying on the floor, naked, her whole body beaten and bruised to the core, blood gushing out of her mouth as she tried to speak. Lazarus was towering over her, with his arms folded, murder written all over his face. “My baby…” Raven croaked weakly. Lazarus roared with manic laughter. “I told you I’d teach you a lesson for crossing me, bitch! I’m going to kill you! I don’t need that filthy child knowing that you’re his or her fucking whore of a mother!”

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

" Raven thought about it all night. Then the idea of revenge took root in her mind. She crept into the kitchen and turned on every gas burner. Then she shut every door and window. Finally, she flicked a lighter in the living room. Just as Margaret had said, Raven really did start a fire. Only, she had not expected the gas to explode the moment she sparked the lighter. So when she pressed down on it, everyone in the house was blown away along with her. Not a single member of that pack survived. THE END

I couldn't let myself be swayed by Raven, no matter how much my body or my mind might be tempted to. Say’s who, Lucifer whispered. I shift, stretching my muscles and head into the house and directly to my room. I wash the blood off, my mind darting back to Raven. She’d scared me. When I had gone back to the limousines and found her gone, I hadn’t been able to get the worry out of my mind. I’d plunged into the forest, sniffing desperately and tracking down her scent. I’d heard the sounds of fighting, of screaming coming from the distance, and I had bolted, frightened I would be too late. When I came upon her cutting off the hunter’s dick and slashing his throat with a ruthlessness that belied

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

Dad coughs, making me shake my head knowing to look after Raven, that she would need me. “No, you’re going to be ok.” I cry, looking at my hand as it glows white attempting to heal him. “The house is clear!” I barely hear Embry call out, while I stare into my father’s eyes, watching as they dim and his face goes slack, becoming vacant. “No… no… no, Lily!” I flinch hearing Raven scream from the top of the loft, afraid of her reaction once she sees our father is gone. ** Raven’s POV **

Stopping at a house outside of town, tucked away in the woods, she knocks on the door and waits a moment before I see Finnian answer the door, ushering her in. My wolf growls as she disappears from our sight. My mind flashes with images of what I can only imagine is happening inside. I slink closer, not making a sound, as I plaster myself to the side of the house. I listen closely and am only partially relieved when I hear another woman’s voice. Lucy, I believe Raven just called her. All tension leaves when I hear Raven inquire about the books they find and she would like to look at them. The unwanted and intrusive thoughts from before fade away as I hear what they are doing, and it’s nothin

He snapped his gaze to hers, and in that moment, the connection they had built in the lake, in the warehouse, and in the cottage flared back to life. ​"You're right, Julian," Lucas said, stepping toward the desk. "I am a scavenger. But scavengers know how to survive on the things you throw away." ​Lucas didn't go for the drawer. He lunged across the desk. ​Julian pulled the trigger. ​The roar was deafening. The lead shot shredded the books on the wall behind Lucas, but Lucas had anticipated the kick. He dove low, the glass shard in his hand catching the light as he drove it into Julian’s thigh.