Beastboy X Raven Novels & Stories

“I’m right here, baby. Always here. Come back to me.” The mate bond flared like lightning. Images flooded her showing Axel’s hands on hers, Axel’s scent of smoke,leather and pine, Axel’s voice whispering her name in the dark. Her wolf shuddered, and growled. Bones cracked, muscles snapped, and in a violent, shivering collapse, Raven shifted back. She fell forward on her hands and knees, naked, gasping, drenched in sweat and blood. The world tilted, her lungs on fire, her skin stinging as if she’d been flayed.

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.

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.

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.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

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.