Beastboy X Raven Novels & Stories

says a blond guy with a sharp chin and a piercing in his left nostril. “What’s that to you?” I snap. “What do you want with this kid?” “He’s not a kid. He’s a damn faggot. He sucks cocks for money.” “Does it make you sad?” The boy on the ground coughs and looks up, and now I can see for sure that it’s Raven. “That you can’t afford me?” “Maybe we’ll make you do it for free,” the guy snaps. “If you want to lose your dick, sure.” Raven gets slowly on his four, and then up to his feet, helping himself on the wall.

"Isn't this rain lasting a little too long?" Felix held me close, frowning slightly. Beastmen were always sharp—his instincts were sounding the alarm. I nodded. Fortunately, we had reinforced the power system earlier. Otherwise, with rain this heavy, a blackout would have been a real problem. "Honey, should we go take a look outside?" I blinked. "How?" "By flying, of course." He ruffled my hair, murmured something under his breath, and suddenly—wings unfurled across his back.

Chapter 72 Raven moved quietly among the sick, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion. “Drink this,” she said softly, kneeling beside a young warrior lying in the infirmary. The boy’s breathing shallow; his pulse was faint. “I can’t,” he rasped. His eyes shimmered faintly violet, the early mark of Hollow infection. Raven steadied her voice. “You must. It’s blessed water mixed with moonroot. It’ll help you fight it.” He swallowed weakly, grimacing as the liquid burned down his throat.

The sigils in the sky last night, the beast’s chains, the shard’s pulse, they were all connected, a web woven by Gavin’s hand. If I pushed too hard, we’d light a beacon for every force at Hollow Oak. But the beast was recovering, its red eyes narrowing, and Keira’s sparks were flaring brighter, harder to control. We were out of time. “Keira, now!” Riven shouted, driving his sword into an outrider’s shoulder. The man fell, and Riven spun, facing the beast. “Hit it with everything!”

Watched every damn breath like it was gold. It was just one kid, you know? But something about him… I don’t know. He reminded me that I still had something left to give. That I could still do this. This was what I’m good at before, to heal and to help before I became a prisoner and a breeder and a forgotten ex-mate. I’m Raven and a doctor. When everything was stable, Cora gently nudged me. “Come on,” she said. “You need to rest before you become my next patient.”

“And now the deal is done, but not settled. You didn’t read the fine print, Kael. His soul was just the down payment. The final cost… is yet to be paid.” Kael’s fists clenched, power crackling at his fingertips. “You’ll have to rip it from my corpse.” Ravena raised her arms, and the earth split in two behind her. “Oh, I intend to.” In a roar of darkness, her horde charged forward—monsters born of bone, shadow, and fire. Kael shifted mid-leap, fur exploding over his body, fangs gleaming under the moonlight. He collided with the nearest beast, ripping it apart in a spray of black ichor.

Whenever she bullied Leah she would pull her hair. Damon waved at them to as he took a seat. But Isabella still stayed frozen, "What are you talking about? It's my real hair." Leah smiled knowingly, "Of course." "Alpha Wolfborn, Luna Wolfborn," Leah called, sitting gracefully with smiling sweetly. She smoothly put her hairs behind her, sitting next to Damon. As if her heart was clawed by a cat, Isabella felt so jealous that she wanted to snatch her hair! This bitch seemed to have grown wings!

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.