Black Company Raven Novels & Stories

Silver Moon Pack. The wind tonight was as usual, and the air was chilly on the high peaks. The moon was pale, and the howls of those damned werewolves echoed throughout the village. Raven, under the pale moonlight, listened to the howls like thousands of needles piercing his ears. It was an insult to him. Raven Blackwood, one of the werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack. However, he had never been considered part of the race, only considered trash because he couldn't display his powers as a werewolf.

There were congratulations, jealousy, and, of course, petty remarks. Raven had the most to say. "Wow. It hasn't even been that long since Grayson dumped her, and she's already hooked up with someone else," she said loudly in public, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Talk about loose. I guess some people just don't have any self-respect." Before I could respond, Kane spoke. "Ms. Black, watch your words. Ella is my future mate, and I won't allow anyone to slander her." Raven was momentarily intimidated by his presence, but she refused to back down. "Was I wrong? She's clearly—"

“This can’t be real. Magic isn’t real. These dreams aren’t real. They’re just dreams.” Emily steps forward. “They’re visions, Raven. You tell me every night.” Raven frowns. “No, I don’t. I’ve never told you. I only ever told the cat.” I blink. “What cat? We don’t have a cat.” Raven looks at me like I’m the one losing it. “The black cat. With the blue streaks. It comes into my room at night.” Emily groans. “Oh, for the love of...”

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

The bold letters practically glaring at me. Kai Blackthorn. Rank 1. Strength: 10/10. My breath caught. 10/10? My stomach twisted and all I could do was stand there, my pulse hammering in my chest as I suddenly felt a wave of weakness in my bones. And for the first time in Ravencrest territory, I felt truly powerless.

“We have proof. Dante killed him.” “No,” Raven said hollowly. “Zane ordered it.” They returned to the villa. Raven barely slept. Her mind spun through grief, rage, and a burning desire to burn every link in the chain. By morning, she was dressed in black jeans, a sleek coat, and strapped with a wire. “I’m going into Dante’s territory,” she told Jaxon. “Let me draw him out. Let me get what we need.” He paced like a caged animal. “You’re not bait, Raven.”

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.”

They wouldn't be able to hide for so long without making a mistake on their part. “Yeah…their eye color would change back to normal, which is always black, whenever they are triggered or angry”. Raven's eye color had always been gray, and when she was angered it turned more grayish. “You don’t think they have been the one attacking us all this while”. Gale said, his brows furrowed in thought. “No thier method of killing is quite crafty, they can kind of suck out the life of the person with their dark spells, without hurting them physically”.

The beta, now pouring himself a glass of cognac, spoke and Raven blinked a bit confusingly. What…was he heading at? Done, pouring himself a cup of the alcoholic drink, he once more faced Raven, but this time settled on a high stool. “I'll ask you some questions and you better respond truthfully. If I find out you're lying, the fucking cuffs will forever love your wrists, and you know what that means”. Raven gulped down emptiness, feeling overwhelmingly intimidated. Being a black witch would never be a pleasant experience, then again, she couldn't do without her powers for long.

Raven's POV Raven Blackwell couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about the man sitting across from her. His demeanor was distinct from anyone she had ever encountered, and he exuded an enigmatic aura that piqued her curiosity. Despite her inability to pinpoint what set him apart, Raven had an inexplicable intuition that he was different - a feeling that resided deep within her.