Blood Raven Got Novels & Stories

“He was walking this way. Looked… focused on something.” “Well, funny you mention that…” I say with a pointed look. “Because I just ran into-” “Can I help you guys with anything?” spin around. And yes. Of course. It’s him. Mr. Gorgeous. Did he hear us? Oh my god. Did he hear us calling him Mr. Gorgeous? “Sir,” Sam chirps, unnervingly casual. “We’re just working on your assignment. Getting ready for the convention!” I shoot Sam an incredulous look. He ignores it entirely. Instead, he grabs my hand, pulling me slightly closer. “Raven here wants to become a criminal physiologist. This convention? Lifeline. Big deal.”

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

I called. The figure ran. I walked behind, stomping my feet, and feeling a hot rage in my chest. Not fear. Don't panic. Rage. He burst onto the rooftop. Wind whipped around us. The city was spreading under, and ignorant. The sniper turned. Young. Thin. Eyes wild. "You're done," I said. He raised his weapon. I fired. He went crashing down, the rifle clattering. Trying to crawl he groaned and left a smear of blood.

The force of the blow threw his unhealed frame across the room, his back smashing into the wooden wardrobe with a sickening crack before he collapsed into the corner, groaning in agony as his shoulder wounds instantly tore open, soaking his white shirt in dark red blood. "Rohan..." I tried to scream, but the purple grip around my throat tightened, cutting off my voice entirely. Ravena stepped further into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her eyes weren't the standard brown of a pack rogue anymore. They were burning with a brilliant, permanent purple fire that lit up the dark room, the raw, ancient power of the Rogue King rolling off her skin in thick, visible waves of

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Though complete hunger was imprinted all over his face when he can't get over that delicate smell, he must preserve that blood, just like preserving a wine. “This fucking is bad,” Raverine seethed, realizing that he acted out of impulse when the rifleman fired. He can’t simply grab the woman and kidnap her. That woman is a cop. A brawl must come between first before Raverine could preserve the human blood. He drained his motorbike's fuel until he got away from the Cecil building. The blood that all the dying vampires crave. The blood that will give them their abilities back. The rarest blood that they thought was completely gone and dead.

And blood, in this world, always wants reckoning. The first time I saw Raven, she was bleeding,not a lot but just a nick on her shoulder. Something sharp and fast had caught her as she ducked into the alley behind the bar I was fixing up. She didn’t look scared, rather she looked... annoyed. Like the world had dared to try her and she was already plotting its punishment. I offered her a rag yet she took it like I’d handed her a weapon. We didn’t speak again for weeks. But I remembered her face like it was. carved into my bones.

"Raven, our son is special. We'll ensure his safety and yours." Raven's tears returned, her heart overflowing. "I'll do anything for him, Niklaus." On the screen, Oliver continued to thrive, his heartbeat strong. The room fell silent, anticipation building. Dr. Brooks's voice softened. "Raven, your transformation is accelerating. Your DNA markers indicate a rare, ancient vampire bloodline." Niklaus's grip on Raven's hand tightened, his eyes burning with concern. "What does this mean for our son?" Dr. Brooks hesitated. "Oliver's vampiric needs are drawing from Raven's. Their bond is... extraordinary."

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

Blood flooded the floor as he convulsed. I lifted the knife again. “I was never a member.” Then I drove it clean through his throat. His body jerked a couple times, blood spurting out of the slit before he went still. Suddenly a muffled sound came from the corner. I turned instantly, so did my men. I scanned the place and caught side of a familiar petite figure trying to avoid the light and my sight. Raven. She was pressed into the shadows, hands clamped over her mouth, breathing far too loud for someone trying to hide.