Dc Animated Universe Raven Novels & Stories

Lucien Thorne thought he could survive Dravenmoor by hiding his omega frame and accepting bullying—until he is bound to kill the Academy's golden boy, Xavier. Lucien is an omega—widely considered weak. Transferred to Dravenmoor Academy on a scholarship, he just wants to stay hidden and make his mother proud. But when he discovers she is on the verge of death, Lucien realizes that gaining visibility through the supreme student leader program is his only way to save her. But Fate and the Moon Goddess have other plans. Instead of one leader, two are selected. Now Lucien must choose between killing the person his body craves… and saving his mother’s life. To make matters worse, a new s

Some mistakes are never meant to be forgiven. Some marriages are never meant to be chosen. Thalia Ashbourne has spent her life understanding one rule: in powerful families, love is a luxury no one can afford. Raised to protect legacy over happiness, she learns early how to endure quietly—even when it costs her everything. Nikolai Ravenhart is the man she loved in silence. Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, he was never meant to be hers. Their lives were bound by family ties and old promises, but his heart belonged elsewhere. Then one reckless night changes everything. A mistake becomes leverage. A secret becomes obligation. And an arranged marriage is rushed to protect reputations a

In the year 2268, Raven, a highly sexual Vampire-Siren Queen rules alongside King Niklaus, a Mayan Vampire, with her harem of mates, which includes King Abatrose a marine species with gills, Prince David of Atlantis, King Kieran a Mayan vampire, and, Commander Rage. a dragon shifter. All fierce protectors with a strong sexual desire for their Queen. Their kingdom: Atlantis, She revived Atlantis and its surviving inhabitants from its 12,267-year slumber, where she now reigns as Queen with 'Neptune' their Al companion. 'The Order' a sinister organization, kidnaps her children. Raven unleashes her massive Beast, triggering her mates to also shift following her into their beast forms a

On the fourth day after our son died, I decided to end my military marriage. Before that, I spent three days taking care of what remained of him. On the first day, I tricked my wife into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to my son's school and collected the textbooks he never had the chance to use. On the third day, I prepared a table full of his favorite dishes and begged my wife to come home so we could celebrate his birthday one last time. She agreed. Then she turned around, claimed she had a mission, and spent the entire night setting off fireworks with her childhood sweetheart. That night, I sat beside my son's memorial photo and ate alone. The next day, she

Standing in a bridal suite in an ivory gown with a reception roaring beyond the doors, the last thing she remembers is a prison floor, a half-moon, and dying. Valerie Hart is thirty-two years old, and she has just been given back her life. Not the life she deserved but the one that was stolen from her by Anthony Lead, the charming, calculating billionaire's son who pursued her for two years, married her in the grandest ceremony the city had ever seen, and within weeks manipulated her into signing away her entire inheritance. What followed was three years of abuse, a false criminal charge, six years of imprisonment, and a death on a cold prison floor that she never deserved. But

My wife doesn't love me. She doesn't love our child either. On the day our son is born, she doesn't even look at him. She just drops him into my arms. Later, her first love returns. For the first time, the cold, distant woman drinks herself drunk at home. She laughs as she holds our son in her arms, and he wraps his arms around her neck in surprise. "Daddy, what's wrong with Ms. Sutton?" he whispers afterward. I kneel and hold him close. My eyes are red as I explain, "Someone Ms. Sutton loves has come back. We shouldn't bother her anymore. It's time for us to move out."

Melissa Jones, the so-called 'fake' heiress, lost her memory trying to save me. Her memory was stuck at the time she was 18, back when our lives had not yet been set right. Everyone told me to be the bigger person. In the new family portrait, I was the only one missing. My biological mother tried to comfort me, "Shirley, be reasonable. It's just a photo. We will make it up to you later." I applied for the vice president position year after year, only to be rejected five times in a row. Then, when Melissa said she wanted to learn the business, my brother, Maverick Jones, approved it immediately. Afterward, he turned to me and said, "You should give way to Melissa. You're the reason she lo

Buxton Corp's CEO got his ex back. The cost? His pregnant wife vanished without a word. Month One: Calvin didn't flinch. Too busy worshiping his so-called true love. Month Two: His buddies placed bets on when Angela would come crawling home. Month Three: Panic hit. He sent scouts everywhere to find me. Nothing. Not a whisper. After that, "Angela Astor" turned into a curse word in Auremburg. But what no one saw? He missed her so bad at night, it nearly broke him.

By the time Nolan is five, I finally see the truth clearly. My husband, Justin Ford, does not love our son or me. Determined to end this disastrous marriage, I decide to leave with Nolan. But fate has other plans. A car accident leaves me with a lost kidney and Nolan missing an eye. In our darkest hour, the cold, indifferent Justin kneels in public, begging for forgiveness, promising to be a lifelong support for both our son and me. Nolan and I decide to give him a trial period of 100 days. If he passes, we will stay. On the 99th day, we stumble upon him speaking with the attending doctor. "Mr. Ford, you caused the accident on purpose to save Ms. Lloyd's child while taking organs from

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily co