Blood Raven Book Novels & Stories

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Raven felt her heart beat faster. What was really going on? And more importantly... Why is all this happening to him? Another explosion shook the night. The walls of the room shook violently, books fell from the shelves around them. Some of the window panes shattered, and a cold night breeze rushed in. Raven jerked back, her eyes widening as she saw blood-red flames blazing in the campus sky. Black shadows streaked through the air, swirling like a breathing mist. "Professor..." Raven's voice trembled, "what is it?"

I just sat by Mama’s side, listening to her breathe, my hands clutching hers like they were the only thing anchoring me to this world. Two days passed. I showed up at the address they sent—a big warehouse by the water side, quiet and grim. The sea air smelled like oil and fish. A man at the gate waved me in. Inside, it was cold. Gray walls. Metal chairs. Cameras in every corner. I stood there, arms crossed, pretending I wasn’t scared but deep down I was scared to death. Then I heard footsteps. He walked in, wearing a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms lined with veins. He had a broken leg. A cane tapped the floor with every step.

This was about blood. And before this was over, Moscow would drown in it. "I am coming for you, brother," I whispered to the rain. "And when I find you, you will beg for death before I am done.”

My left hand was stiff, the blood from the cut on my palm having dried into a dark, crusty scab that split open slightly as I moved, a thin trickle of fresh red leaking out. Ravena was gone. There was no sign of her body, no violet blood on the floor, and the door to the hallway was hanging loosely off its top hinge, swinging slightly in the cold breeze coming through the broken window. I dragged myself over to Rohan's side, my fingers trembling as I reached out to touch his face. His skin was cold, but his pulse was steady beneath his jaw. The wolf inside him was quiet, exhausted from the strain, but it was there. We had survived. We had beaten her back.

“Do you want to come along?” I freeze. This is unexpected. Suspiciously unexpected. “Why? Are you suddenly feeling guilty, Mr. Graham?” “Do I have any reason to?” he asks, voice steady, unbothered, like he’s discussing stock prices. Diana’s POV I spend half the day in my room, buried in the new fantasy book I’ve been obsessing over. Honestly, the book is the only reason I haven’t overthought my entire existence in this house. That, and the free Wi-Fi that is probably fast enough to power a small country.

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

Blood against blood. Raven hissed, “You’ll never unite them. They only follow because they hope you’re strong enough. But I know you’re not.” Ava gritted her teeth. “I don’t need to be perfect.” “I just need to be better than what we were made into.” —THE STANDSTILL Just as Raven raised her blade for a final blow—Selene’s spell shattered the stage. Wolves roared in panic. Smoke choked the sky. When it cleared—Raven was gone.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

He had a huge heart and I know he fucked up, cause I agree he did, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he was a good person. We were now pondering on the curse once more, I swear I have done so much analysis into this that my head literally had memorised a lot of it. The book just delved into what we knew, there didn’t seem to be any more clues. I wanted to break our Alpha free from this curse, because he meant a lot not just to our pack, but to Damon… Raven was sat opposite, looking through the book once more. She wore an oversize net top that showed off her dark purple crop top underneath with leggings.