Barley X Ravenpaw Novels & Stories

"No one else will teach me because you told them not to. I'll have to drag the answers out from you." "But how is Raven alive? I mean, I don't want her to die, but what I heard is that she was supposed to be dead." Knox looked thoughtful. "There's something off about Raven.” “Uuh?" “Her scent changed. It was floral, but now it's sand mixed with rainwater—more like mud in rainwater. Also wolves don't have allergies, but she claimed she couldn't have honey during yesterday's dinner. I can't pinpoint what's wrong."

The brindle wolf was now pinned to the ground by my savior, a large raven-colored wolf with eyes as black as midnight. Fear flashed through Rachel’s eyes. The raven wolf showed no mercy as its teeth tore through her fur and flesh. Once, twice, a third time, as if making certain that it had put an end to Rachel once and for all. In the center of the clearing, Caleb sent Tyler hurtling to the ground in a forceful impact. Earth and leaves sprayed around him as he skidded to a stop and then he lunged for Caleb again.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

"Cross's leverage only works in the dark. We're turning the lights on." Nobody in the room said anything. Nora looked at Hope over Vivian's shoulder. Hope was awake now, eyes open, looking at nothing in particular with the unfocused attention of a newborn who'd only had a few weeks to practice it. She watched her for a moment. Long enough that Vivian noticed and said nothing. Then she dialed Rachel.

A deep rumble pierced through my fading hearing, “this is on you, Grace.” Then there was the silence. Voices vanished leaving nothing but the heavy weight of the void. Like they say, life on borrowed time. It will never be yours, nor mine. Not until a spark of light crack the walls of oblivion. A beam of ray cut through the cracks and went straight to Raven, drowning in his own blood and lifeless. Raven? The energy of that light seemed so warm that it pulled Raven back to his senses, his eyes were half-opened yet it was enough to see the light slowly forming into an image of a wolf… with glowing golden-brown eyes.

Animals had no honor. Raven set to work, ordering clean water to wash away the dirt and blood so she could more thoroughly assess her patient. I was glad to have something to do to keep my mind off things, because I wanted to stalk across the boundary and make the Alpha of Stonemountain bleed. Instead, I set some of the water from the spring to boil upon the camping stove.

Alistair murmured, almost kindly, “and she loses everything.” Rage surged through Nikolai’s veins—violent, useless. He had dismantled hostile takeovers and crushed empires without flinching, yet he was helpless against men who weaponized love. “You’re monsters,” he said hoarsely. “We are Ravenharts,” Alistair corrected. “The wedding is in two weeks. You will smile for the cameras. You will stand beside Thalia. And you will secure our bloodline.” Nikolai turned and left without another word.

A Comedic Misadventure The revelation of their mirrored emotions towards Raven had left the twins with a shared sense of purpose. This new discovery, a confluence of feelings that were both intense and unprecedented, spurred them into action. Determined to unravel the enigma that Raven presented and to understand their simultaneous connection to her, the duo resolved to make her acquaintance together. After all, their combined strengths had always made them a force to be reckoned with. Little did they anticipate that the very coordination that made them so formidable would now be their undoing.

In fact, as I looked closer at the faces staring back at me, a cold realization settled into my chest. A young man leaning against a well had a deep, jagged silver scar cutting right across his throat. It was the telltale mark of a severed vocal cord or a ruptured wolf spirit. An older woman sitting on a porch was weaving blankets, her eyes milky and blind, but she didn't look nearly as alert as a pack elder typically would. There were kids running around, but their movements lacked that wild, hyper-energetic bounce that young pups usually had before their first shift. "Everyone!" Rayna called out, her small voice ringing clear across the quiet square. She stepped out in front of Edith, poin

The thought of losing her precious baby boy had shattered her, leaving her heart a fragile, broken thing. Niklaus took a cautious step closer, but Raven's warning growl stopped him in his tracks. Her deadly fangs dripping with lethal venom, gleamed in the light, a stark reminder of the ferocity that lay beneath her anguish. He knew better than to push his luck, recognizing that she had lost herself to her grief. Yet, he refused to leave her side, lying down instead to watch her sob, his heart aching to hold her close. Lukarien approached, but Raven's growl sent a clear message: keep back. Niklaus swiftly intervened, shielding Lukarien from potential harm. Niklaus tried to inch closer to Rave