Beastboy X Raven Novels & Stories

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Isobelle It had been a month since our excursion to Forest Hills. The boys had been spending the past couple of weeks training some new rangers. Now our communities all came under one banner, it meant shifters from all over Whitehaven could be posted anywhere in the state. They mixed teams into cats, bears, foxes, and wolves.

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

Jax rolled to his feet in one fluid motion, assault rifle trained on Venom's chest, his hazel eyes blazing with lethal fury. "Let her go," he said, his voice carrying the absolute authority of a man who had killed many times and would kill again without hesitation. "I don't think so," Venom replied, his grip on Raven tightening as he used her as a human shield. "It seems we have ourselves a standoff." The final confrontation had begun, and Raven found herself caught between the two most dangerous men she'd ever known, with nothing but her wits and the promise of Jax's love to keep her alive.

Scott looks back to her, disinterested in whatever is going on out there but Raven stands up, wiping her face as she makes her way out and he’s forced to follow her. They make their way down the hallway, following the crowd of students and staff still in the building and when they get to the source, it’s a dead boy being put on a stretcher and about to be covered by the medic. Raven takes a glance at the boy and freezes, her heart thudding rapidly, on the corner of the dead boy’s lips is a purple trace of blood — the same she saw on Draco when he was announced dead, by wolfsbane.

Zeev and Tyr are now about to go home when Raven coyly approached, shoulders crouched and head bowed down, afraid of meeting his prince’s eyes. “Raven, congratulations!” Zeev genuinely exclaimed. “T-Thank you.” Tyr felt the frustrations in Raven’s omega scent. So, he casually messed his hair to assure him that what happened earlier was nothing. “Stop cowering. You did great back there. Even greater than I did.” “I-I’m sorry.” the boy faintly apologized. Zeev scoffed and put his arm around him. “Your wolf looks so cool! Be thankful! You’re even lucky to be marked by Tyr.”

The boy wasn't sure: "Should." "That's a good thing," Amelia said as she lifted it up, looking it in the eye. "To be able to meet Azure Dragon, another Primeval Divine Beast? These days, Primeval Divine Beasts like to follow people around?" I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense. Raven thought about death! Amelia didn't make it difficult, she passed the crow to the boy, saying, "Since you know each other, find a place to talk."

“Take me to her, Draven said, and Dana hurried before him, together with Darian. Maya was lying lifeless, at the table, breathing hard and slow, and when he saw her, he got so upset. He took the syringe and dragged the blood from his vein, then searched the main vein on her neck, then injected his blood into her. Her eyes opened, red as blood, and she growled loudly, then jumped onto him, with her paws around his neck, as if she was thanking him. “It’s ok girl, we must hurry now, Raven is in danger”, he said to the beast, and she understood, because her body became bigger and stronger, and her eyes told him she was ready.

I asked. Frank stopped cutting into his piece of chicken and looked up at me. "Raven is a child born in the shadows. To date, we have no idea what he is. All I know is that the Russians did a lot of experiments on the boy when he was born. He looks like death. He's pale, lean, and tall with these long fingers. He looks a lot like a Reaper.

“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.”