Black Company Raven Novels & Stories

I ask while kneeling down in front of her feeling how uneasy she feels hearing her parents yelling for her. I can’t help blushing a little when I stare into her obsidian eyes noticing her looking me over trying to understand what she is feeling. “I don’t know,” she whimpers at Rebecca screaming for her so I nod and scoop her up into my arms. “It’s ok come on,” I reassure while carrying her towards the barn door to find her identical twin opening the door. They are very much the same except, their hair, eyes, and abilities. Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha.

I see him as I go home. He is my home. Third Person POV Meeting is again held at the office of the Mafias. Seen in the projector is Raven's profile, operated by the two bosses standing on their podiums. "Raven Aaron Brown, aka, Code R.A. He has two siblings, both in senior highschool. We definitely know that he also had something to Everleigh Scott. She could be our target, we can kill her," Code Red stated. Code Black shifted the profile to another person. "Meanwhile, what we have here is Mr. Hunderson, he has a son named Mike. The one we used to inject potassium on Raven's Mother."

That bike was her anchor, the only thing that made sense in a world that chewed people up and spit them out. The wolf beneath her skin stirred, restless. She shoved it down, hard. “Rave!” Her cousin’s voice cut across the lot. Cole Blackthorne swaggered out of the shadows with a beer dangling from his tattooed hand, wearing that trademark smirk that made people either trust him or want to break his nose. “Brooding again?” he teased, nodding at her beer. “You’re turning into a buzzkill. Drink before Reed notices you’re not joining in.” Raven slid off the hood, stretching lazily. “Reed notices everything. That’s the problem.”

They were scared out of their minds. They looked at me like I was a ghost when Mara brought me in. A tall girl with short black hair stepped forward. Her name was Lena. She had a scar across her cheek. “You are new,” she said. Her voice was rough from no talking. “Day one,” I said. Some of them laughed bitterly. Lena looked me up and down. “You will not last.” I met her eyes. “I am Raven Blackthorne. I have four bonds waiting outside that gate. I am not dying in here. And neither are you.”

“Ouch! Loud much.” I was making my way in and tippy-toed in hopes I’d spot Zach, Jason, or Erica. I was about to go around the group of people dancing when I suddenly heard a familiar beat. The DJ began to play, ‘Black Out Days by Phantogram’, one of my favorite songs, but you already know that. I stepped forward but then hesitated. What was stopping me? Nobody knew me. I was unrecognizable and I was Raven tonight. Raven the Daredevil, a rebel who loved speed. That was my persona when I would hop on my bike.

A figure emerged from the chaos, his eyes locking onto her with cold familiarity. Her stomach twisted. She knew him. And he was supposed to be dead. Rogues. The tallest of the three, a man with jagged scars running down his face, stepped forward with a smirk. His eyes—completely black, void of any humanity—locked onto Raven’s shackled form. “Well, well,” he drawled, voice laced with amusement. “Looks like we found ourselves a little prize.” Raven bared her teeth, ignoring the weakness in her limbs. “If you think I’m going anywhere with you, you’re dumber than you look.”

“Make yourself comfortable.” My fingers trembled as I removed my cardigan. I’d worn a loose tank top like the consultation email instructed. My stomach was a knot of nerves and something dangerously close to excitement. When the curtain parted, she emerged. Raven Black. She was even more striking in person. Tall, confident, covered in intricate blackwork tattoos that climbed her neck and disappeared beneath her tank top. Silver piercings glinted on her eyebrow, septum, and full lower lip. Her dark hair was shaved on one side, the rest falling in waves.

“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.”

Jayden notices how nervous I am and chuckles, “Don't worry. You won't have to talk to him, Keira. You’ve got us.” I stay silent. The image of his dark eyes is still in my mind. He looks elegant, quiet and mysterious. “What's his name?” I ask. “No one knows his name,” answers Jayden. “He is only known as the Black Tiger.” My first day at the agency was better than I expected. Jayden and Vicky didn’t leave me for a second because apparently it was difficult for newbies to adapt to this new life, especially after committing a murder. They know that I think about Jacob and Julia all the time when I get the chance to be alone. So, they are making sure to always talk to me and make me forget about

They moved through a final steel door, one that slid open with a hydraulic hiss that sounded like a creature exhaling its last breath. The chamber inside was cavernous, dimly lit by overhead lamps swaying slightly from the low breeze of hidden vents. At the far end stood Victor Black. He looked nothing like the slick, charming devil from months ago. His suit was rumpled, his hair wild, but his eyes — sharp and gleaming — burned with obsession. “Raven Black,” he said, arms opening like a twisted host welcoming guests. “Or should I say... Elena Romano?” Elena stepped forward, her gun aimed directly at his heart. “Cut the theatrics, Victor.”