Barley X Ravenpaw Novels & Stories

"Patience dear. Patience. " Footsteps sounded on the gravel, the sound of a sliding barn door, and Raven's tall, muscular body became visible. As always, he was wearing ripped black jeans and a band shirt. His black hair was shaved and he wore a long lock of hair on top, which he fashioned with his hand countless times in a day. From left to right, even though he had the lock hidden under a black hat at that time. His bright blue eyes looked into the world in an inquiring and suspicious way. He raised his eyebrows as a greeting to Margje and kissed Omem on her head.

“A washrag, Yer Highness.” I glowered at him. “It’s not that funny.” “Ye’re that funny.” He sobered a bit. “Charming and amusing.” “I’m far from charming!” I grumbled, eyeing him sideways. “Which is exactly why I find you so much so.” What? Did that even make sense? I thought a moment. I suppose it does. *** “So, tell me, My Raven, how you got to be so fierce?” I chewed my cheek. “I don’t really know. I’ve never thought about it. I never fit in well with the other village girls...Or my sisters.”

I said, moving to sit across from him. His brow furrowed. “Would you ever leave me alone?” he muttered, and I smirked. “Of course not! That’s why I’m here to help.” I cut straight to the point, crossing my legs. Even though Arden appeared to be the most ruthless and powerful among the three of us, I knew he carried inner burdens that he had been shouldering alone. And his health was one of them. His anxiety gnawed at his wolf, driving him feral whenever it overwhelmed his emotions.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

She had just witnessed an execution, after all; it was enough to haunt someone like her for a long time to come. That night, we sat around a small campfire in the woods and ate the roasted fish. Raven had picked some herbs in the forest, which now mingled with the scent of fish wafting into the air, and Ember had slipped off to the kitchens and returned with utensils and a few bottles of wine. Raven took one bottle entirely for herself, which I knew would impact her training in the morning. But no one stopped her. “You caught these yourself?” Eric asked as Raven handed out the plates of fragrant food.

I couldn't help the anger that continued to fill me at the sight of her still trembling body. “And may the eternal flow of the moon river bless this union…” the priest droned on. His voice suddenly sharpened. “Prince Eilis Caravia, Feral wolf of levia. Do you take Lady Raven Dearna to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to protect, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” My voice was firm and clear. “And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

Jonathan admits before walking out of the room in search of Embry, leaving me with our sleeping mate and pups. I freeze when I look down to see Raven staring up at me with her black eyes, which are barely glowing red, and are flooded with tears. It kills me to see her so sad, and to feel the sadness of all my mates through our bond, I wish I could take their pain and make it my own.

[LEGACY OF THE FIRST ALPHA] Authority +5 Reason: Earned the acknowledgment of a warrior through strength and restraint. Pack Loyalty Silver Moon Pack: 3% But before Raven could read any further... A black bird landed on the wooden fence. At its foot hung a small, black scroll. The bird stared straight at Raven. Darren stepped forward and picked up the scroll. His face immediately turned serious. "This..." He looked at Raven. "This letter is addressed to you." Raven unrolled the scroll. There was only one sentence. "If you want the old woman to live... come alone to Black Fang Valley on the next full moon."

"Yes. Now, allow me to explain what I can do with you inside. I'm quite the cook and know of a stew that you simply must try. This conversation will take a while and you need sustenance." Raven considered the danger of trusting the Barren but curiosity compelled her to hear what the Barren had to say. She needed to know how he found her. The charms were supposed to work on the Bitten and humans. Pondering the possibilities of what herbs she could tend and blend with the recipe to extend that to all other creatures, it was decided. “Good Barren Whitley, would you treat me to your stew and a conversation inside?"

***** || Raven|| I didn’t know how long we were fighting, for the sound of bones breaking was all I’d been hearing for a very long time now. And I was growing more anxious with each second that went by. My wolf was angry and drenched in the blood of our enemies. We wanted nothing but to sink our teeth into Jerold's neck and end the back story between Jerold Black and the raven wolves once and for all. My glowing sapphire eyes remained on Jerold as I ripped and bit heads off. I was in the middle of ripping apart a warrior when I felt a presence behind me. “Long time no see Barbie doll,” Athena's growl rippled through the air around me and my body tensed. I froze in the process of killing an e