Blood Raven Stealing Novels & Stories

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.

Animals had no honor. Raven set to work, ordering clean water to wash away the dirt and blood so she could more thoroughly assess her patient. I was glad to have something to do to keep my mind off things, because I wanted to stalk across the boundary and make the Alpha of Stonemountain bleed. Instead, I set some of the water from the spring to boil upon the camping stove.

If there wasn’t, she would carve one with her bare hands. A low groan came from the far side of the room. Joran turned towards it, but before he could react, a sharp sound of glass slicing through flesh rang through the air. He gasped, clutching his throat, blood spilling through his fingers as he collapsed onto his knees. “Damn it!” I cursed, stepping back just in time to see a shadow dart from the corner of the room. Raven. She was moving too fast for someone who had been brutalized the night before. Blood dripped from her, but her movements were precise, fueled by pure rage. A shard of broken glass glistened in her hand, its edges painted red.

Raven, in his wolf form, dodged, but the rogue's claw touched his side, grazing him. "How dare you?!" Raven uttered. Blood spattered on the ground; a low growl rumbled from him. They circled each other, eyes locked, each move slow and calculated. Then, Raven surprised the rogue with a sudden pounce, his jaws snapping as he drove the rogue against the root of a towering tree. The rogue let out a piercing howl, still defiant and trying to escape, but Raven didn't give him a chance and sunk his sharp claws in his throat, ending the rogue's life.

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.

Dragon Tears are white like diamonds. "Drink it now! And wait until a few hours. But, you shouldn't be surprised if something is missing from your little sister." Raven approached Rula, who was already beside him. "My job is to get here. I'm going back to the Black Forest. But, one of my men will help you until they come to their senses." Raven leaves, leaving a pensive Ben and Ava waiting for the two different sexes to awaken from their slumber. However, he was grateful to Raven, who helped his sister escape hell.

"But promise me that it will not be for long no matter what happens." "Agreed," Lance said, his muscular arms flexing under his shirt from the tension. Raven placed her hands on the side of Lance's head and chanted, "Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach." The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, then went completely out, but came back on a moment later. Raven looked directly into Lance's eyes. "It is done." She took a deep breath. "I need a Bloodstone."

Raven made deep eye contact as Bradford cut his vein across his neck beckoning her to take his last energy for her daytime journey. Bradford loosened his collar and espoused of his collar. His pale almost transparent skin pulsed. Raven made view of the vien pulsing and bleeding now as he had sliced his own throat to make retrieval clearly visible and accessible. “Raven looked upon her feast and without a thought she drank from me. Now I will know the extent of her maternal powers”. I’m not sure how this is going to affect me but my journey will be difficult and without ease.” Raven clamped down on the pool and began sucking into her mouth his live essence. She felt a dark hold take her. As R

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.

“Marco will trace it. Whoever’s playing games wants you scared or has some other ulterior motive. We’ll find them.” But Rosana was barely listening. Her mind was spinning. Someone out there knew the truth—her past, her bloodline, her identity—and they weren’t just watching. They were involved. ************************************************** That night, once the manor had settled into sleep, Rosy slipped quietly into the tunnel again. She needed to go back. Not to see the bones. But the truth beneath them. Kneeling at the edge of the grave, she dug with her fingers until the skeleton Sergio had succeeded in burying was staring at her. Her fingers bumped something metallic, half-buried bene