Barley X Ravenpaw Novels & Stories

His fingers clenched around it tightly, as if trying to suppress the intense emotions roaring inside him. Evelyn lifted her chin proudly, eyes shining with anticipation. Just one final step remained, Raven would place the wreath on her and speak the oath, and the ceremony would be complete. The entire pack would then officially acknowledge the eternal bond between their Alpha and Luna. A long beat of the ceremonial drum echoed, urging Raven to make the final move. He took a deep breath, about to raise the wreath… But at that very moment, a sharp pain struck through his chest like lightning. He froze, eyes widening, pupils contracting. A strangled gasp escaped his throat before he coughed up

Although the promise together with his foster figure for his 20th birthday may want to now no longer be fulfilled, the bonds of grasp and servant had been engraved thus. Reaching out and bumping cups gently with Isabella, Raven raised his cup and savoured the high-quality violet-coloured wine. . . BOOK 1 Ends Here…. * * What do you think is gonna happen to Raven?? Is he still safe in the hands of his predators??? Find Out More in the BOOK 2 of the Vampire Harem Series. . . WATCH OUT for the Vampire Harem Series BOOK 2 Title:- RAVEN: A Rare Vampire . . …… THE END

he added. "Brienne's going to be the Luna," Carter said and grinned. "If she's going to accept me," Raven said. "Which I hope so," he added and heaved a sigh. Suddenly, there is some rustling on the bushes. Raven and Carter put their beers down and waited. They chuckled when a hare came out, but enemies lay in wait and jumped at the two. "F*ck!" Carter exclaimed as the rogue wolf tried to gnaw his face. Raven quickly transformed into his wolf and pushed the rogue wolf away from Carter, resulting in both of them rolling to the ground. Carter also transformed into his wolf and faced the approaching rogue.

Even though he has no idea what all of this is about, he doesn't think it's such a bad idea to try it out and see how it goes. "This is crazy." He admitted. "But, letting you hang around here shouldn't be a problem." He said. "Should we do a proper introduction, then?" Raven inquired; he nodded in response. "Okay, I am Raven, an omega." "And I am Barrin, the Beta. What would you like me to do for you?"

Raven chuckled, congratulating herself on the small victory, But she celebrated too soon. Cary’s huge sandy-colored wolf came out of nowhere, barreling into us from the side and bowling us over. We rolled across the ground, a flourish of twigs and dry leaves floating in our wake. And when we rolled to a stop, Raven was on her back, trapped within Roan’s huge paws as he stood over her. “Caught you, darling. Now the real fun begins.” Cary panted boastfully. “Did you really think you could evade us, little wolf?” Clay's mocking voice joined Cary’s as Gunner sauntered up behind Roan.

He gets interrupted by Penelope before he can continue. "Raven has a red sword on the hind leg of her wolf with a crescent moon on her forhead. She is the warrior of the moon." I look at her dumbfounded. For one, No one was suppose to know about my wolf's appearance and two, I had no idea there was a red sword on my hind leg.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

Elias smiled gently, did not expect so many days without close followers, but in just two days, he brought back two people who did not have a bit of health and intelligence. Elias turned to enter the bar, ignoring the stubbornness of the girl standing there. “Innkeeper, give me a pint of beer.” Elias sat in a corner, avoiding others to recognize his identity, raised his hand to call for service. “Yes now, yes now!” A werewolf that hasn't fully evolved yet, with a hairy face, holding a large beer bottle, ran very fast. “Please use it! Would you like something else to eat?” His slanted eyes looked extremely fierce, and he put the beer bottle on the table so that the beer from the jar filled th

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

I managed to ask, although the words came out so quietly that I wasn’t sure they’d heard me. The tallest man tilted his head, studying me for a moment before a small smile touched his mouth. There was something strange about the way he looked at me. It wasn’t the cold stare I’d expected from someone who had just walked into a warehouse and killed half the men inside it. His eyes seemed almost hungry, as though he’d been waiting to see me for a very long time. “The Ravens.” My stomach dropped. Ravens. I remembered the word immediately. The men who had kidnapped me had said it while they were filming me, but I hadn’t understood what they meant. I’d assumed it was the name of whoever they were