Cartoon Character Raven Novels & Stories

[The cave arena] ~Raven’s Design Shop~ The designer of the Vampire Clan, Raven is shown. She is scavenging for items for her designing, only to find none of the essentials. “Where are the dress furs?” she asked her co-attendant who suddenly shivers knowing she forgot to buy them. “I’m sorry, ma’am Raven! There were so many customers today and I didn’t restock.” She was down on her knees, in a pleading expression. The co-attendant was aware of how productive and diligent she liked her workers being.

Raven came down dressed to leave. She had changed out of her uniform. She wore simple jeans and a soft top. Her hair was brushed. Her bag hung from one shoulder. She looked… pretty.....too pretty for a study session. Ragnar growled at once. She dressed up for him. For study, I said flatly. You do not believe that. I ignored him. Raven slowed when she saw us both there. “Oh.” My father smiled warmly. “Raven. Are you going somewhere?” She shifted the strap of her bag. “Yes. I’m going to a friend’s house to study.”

******** To Raven, and to the Kings of the North and South, I am writing this in response to your formal inquiry regarding Raven’s origins. While our pack records from that time are sparse, I have gathered the exact details surrounding the day she was brought into our care. Raven was found in Rickshaw Town, which is a human settlement located near our borders. A human woman named Nora was the one who discovered her. According to Nora's account, she went down to the local stream early in the morning to fetch water for her household. There, she found a baby girl tucked inside a warm woven basket.

By dawn, Raven had exhausted herself enough to shift back to human form. She collapsed in a clearing surrounded by dead trees and realized she'd circled back toward the cabin. Her animal consciousness wasn't interested in true escape. It was interested in territory. In claiming space. In existing close enough to Ash that the bond didn't create physical pain while remaining far enough away that she maintained safety. A car appeared on the forest road at exactly 6:47 AM. Raven watched from her position behind rocks as a figure emerged—not Ash, but a younger man with the particular bearing of someone used to taking orders from alphas. He walked directly to the cabin as though he'd been expectin

That’s when I heard the clapping. I turned my head to see we’d drawn a bit of a crowd from the diner and whatever businesses were nearby. We were out of town just a ways right now, but I figured these people had heard the commotion and came running. Now, they were cheering as Raven shifted back into her human form, wearing a sort of fur bikini. I hadn’t even thought of gathering up her clothing. Luckily, some young man I didn’t recognize had those for her and handed them over. “Thanks,” Raven said to him, still a little disoriented, it seemed. She turned to me and said, “Thank you, too.”

RAVEN When I got to Selene’s room, the noise hit me before I even opened the door. It was the kind of loud, careless chatter that made your skin crawl if you weren't one of them. I pushed the door open, already grinding my teeth as the sound grew louder, three of her so-called friends sprawled around like they owned the place, laughing like animals, screeching over each other’s voices. They barely acknowledged me, which was expected. I was Raven—the quiet one, the distant one, the one who always had the snacks, always came when called. A good little errand girl. And they thought that was all I was.

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Dad answers while looking over at Raven trying to decide if it would be safe to let her go knowing she has to learn more control. “It doesn’t matter anyway I can take whatever test and pass I’m ahead of humans my age... I already do college level work,” Raven reassures while shrugging her shoulders as we’ve both been quick learners and catch on even more once she shifted and I got magic. “No one needs to worry about it,” Rebecca reassures while looking at Raven sympathetically knowing she struggles with control when she is dealing with any strong emotion.

"That isn't a good example for Cherry." "You're not a good example for Cherry." Raven scoffed, appearing next to him. Black hair parted in the middle as it twisted in two messy french braids. She was dressed in a mesh white, dark green, and black jacket with a white hooded crop top underneath. Ripped blue jeans with black, fishnet leggings underneath, and a pair of solid black pumps. "What?! I am the utmost-" "Jackass." "Na-uh!" "Idiots," I scoffed. I didn't know how Charlotte could ever stay sane around those two. Timothy's stupidity and Raven's enabling of his stupidity was only going to leave my mate down a path of insanity.

"I don't know, maybe because Draculaura is a fictional character from your favorite cartoon, you know, Monster Bloody High! She's a teenager and her boyfriend is a werewolf!" "No, her boyfriend is a zombie unicorn," Odette went on, as nonchalant and excited as ever. "That's Frankie!!!" "It is?" Odette mused, placing her index finger on her lip. "I thought that was Raven?" "For goodness’ sake, Raven is from Teen Titans!" She screeched. "No, you dummy. Raven is the name of a bird,"