Damian And Raven Novels & Stories

Damien’s face was ashen, the bloodshot veins in his eyes even more terrifying due to his intense emotional turmoil. Why! Why did this brat who came out of nowhere dare to accuse him like this to his face? What did he know? How much did he know? "I'll tell you what I am! I was Selena's former mate! I was the person she loved most! We once had an inseparable bond of fate! Selena and I are the ones who should truly be together! In the future, we will definitely restore our bond, we will become true mates, we will have many, many lovely cubs, we will grow old together, we will live happily ever after for the rest of our lives! We will…"

Meanwhile, Damian was alerted by one of the servants that Evelyn had awoken. The past few hours were painful for him. He had sent his men to find the man Evelyn was having an affair with but they were yet to find anything. He was going to kill him for touching what belonged to him. His life had changed ever since Evelyn came through and he couldn't see how he would manage if she left him. He couldn’t see a future without her. He would let her calm down and make her fall in love with him again. Damian was ready to do anything to keep her.

Eden just stood in the middle of the road, frozen like a statue, his hand on his red cheek. "These kisses will be the death of me," he mumbled, smiling like a little boy. 🎶🎶🎶🎶 "I want to buy a car!" Damian announced to his friends, who were sitting in the small living room. They were having a break because they worked a lot that morning. They went to Eden's friend studio and recorded two of their songs. "Why a car suddenly?" Kyle chuckled. "I just saw the new Range Rover," Damian pouted. "I'm done."

She nodded vigorously, “Lots of ravens, they are there in their numbers I see them and I wake up” Edgar was still in shock, “That is very weird. Ravens signify a higher realm of magic…” She sat upright. “In the old stories, the ravens have been known as the first creatures of magic. The goddess of old had taken a liking to them and had made them powerful”, he continued, “They even have the power to destroy every other magical races…” She furrowed her brows, “That is deep, so you are saying…” “If you are sure you saw ravens then you might possess the power of these ancient magical creatures”, he cut in, “However the stories of old that have been told of people who saw one raven in their dream

The others greeted him with nods or words but Damien didn’t answer. He walked past them like a ghost, straight into his tent. He stared at the table and without a second thought he flipped the table over. “How could you Raven?” He shouted. His voice filled with anger. “I gave you everything, I gave you my time, love, loyalty and all for what? To be betrayed because of a stranger,” he said through gritted teeth, his breath heavy, his body trembling in rage. Damien sank on the chair, stomping his leg. He still couldn't get the image of Raven and Kai being intimate out of his head.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

Luca said while Mia was in tears already. "I'm sorry you found out like this. Yes I'm Raven but I love you for real. This..." "Nothing you say will make me still harbour some love for you. You have succeeded. You've ruined me, happy now?" He yelled. Raven's band mates were being distracted by the wolves and vamps so they didn't know what was going on here.

Raven The water beats down around us, hot and heavy, but all I feel, taste and know is him. Damian's kiss is rough, claiming, shattering every thought and fear, pulling me deeper, stripping away all my control until I'm left with only the burn of his mouth on mine.

"Oh, okay. But I think I have first dibs on being stressed out right now. But you're still all right in my book, Damien. Romans invented the art of love. That's rich!" Mark was laughing, trying not to spill his coffee. Elena was looking at the two of them and getting a little irritated. She could only hear one side of the conversation and what Mark was saying didn't make much sense. But it was great how he had figured out that Damien was a werewolf and that there wasn't anything to get overly freaked out about. At least that part was going according to her plan. However, her lover and her new friend were hitting it off right away. Excluding her from the conversation. She had to admit, it mad

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.