Damian Wayne/raven Novels & Stories

Dane. “You see it too, right? I mean you have to. You are our older brother. You are his Alpha.” Raven is leaning on my desk, staring at me with her dark eyes while Damien has his hands on her hips, trying to calm her down. “Which one do you think it is? It can’t be both. He can’t be trapped and trying to kill his Wolf’s spirit.”

Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha. While Liliana’s hair is silvery white with eyes that are pale blue and white near the center, her aura radiates her powerful Lycan Healer abilities. “Daddy she’s here!” Liliana calls out with a look of relief flooding her like she is glad to see her sister’s ok. “Liliana, get back!” Rebecca snarls while running beside Gideon as I carry Raven outside into the snow finding Liliana’s lack of fear very amusing. “Raven, what are you doing where have you been, it’s morning?” Gideon panics taking her from my arms possessively as I rub her back trying to keep her calm.

" Raven simply completed Trisha was nearby. And grabbed onto his arm, even her chest pressured in. the maximum amount as Raven wished to take care of a similar posture, he couldn't dispel the concern of obtaining ravished any given moment, thus he was unable to relish the soft sensation of her bosom. "I am Isabella's collaborator. And additionally, I receive a contract salary, thus it's natural to be around her right?" "Is that so?" "Hi, Raven does not have any idea? concerning the club name?" "Let's decision it the Wave's Club?, or the when faculty radiation Club?"

Tristan replies and Raven looks back at the TV, she presses on the remote and it opens the app Her eyes immediately land on the “Recently Watched” and clears her throat as she reads the titles of the things that were on there... The most recent being was an adult romance show... Tristan finishes looking through his emails and lifts his head up, his eyes widened as he saw what was on the TV and instantly turns to Raven

Chapter 13 DAMIEN’S POV: The safehouse feels smaller every time she walks into the room. The single bulb overhead buzzes like it’s on its last breath, throwing long shadows across the concrete walls. Rain taps the tiny window high up like impatient fingers. Raven stands by the metal table, sorting through the med kit she dragged in earlier. She’s still in the black tactical pants and long-sleeve shirt, but she’s unzipped the vest halfway. I can see the black sports bra underneath, the way it hugs the swell of her breasts, the faint sheen of sweat in the hollow of her throat.

"Now step back. Let me have space to enjoy Arthur's last handiwork.'' I took a step back, balls of my fists pummeling each other. It went against every instinct of mine -- that this is the one I should attack, kill him, end this. But Cameron’s life was on the line. And I'd made Raven a promise. Damon stepped closer to Raven, his lone hand extended. He began to round his fingers over the numbers, on her ribcage, and I watched her shudder. Watched her close her eyes as tears flowed down and out.

Kane. Kane: Mercer is trying to run. We have eyes on him. Orders? I typed back with steady fingers. Damien: Let him run. Track every move. I want to see where he goes. Then I walked to the bedroom. Riven stirred when I entered, blinking up at me in the low light. “Damien? What time is it?” I stood in the doorway, not moving closer. “I know.” He sat up slowly. “Know what?” “Everything.”

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

He had absolutely no breath left, so instead of yelling out in agony, he continued running. Damien ran for another minute before he was forced to slow his pace. The adrenaline had begun to fade, and the pain in his side increased. Coughing up a large gout of blood from his lung, he stopped. Looking back, he made sure the humans weren't going to try and come after him. Listening carefully for any sounds of running footsteps or worse, engines starting up, he tried to look back, but the blood in his right eye still hadn't cleared. Satisfied that he had no pursuers, he shifted his direction and headed for the creek that was about a mile away.