Demon Raven Novels & Stories

"It was a man and I saw the tattoo on his back. Long hair and--" Everyone was waiting, eager. Gender was a large clue and one that could divert any possible attention away from her, the true target. "Is there anything else you can tell us about your situation and the demon?" Raven had to conceal the grin that swept across her face. She quite enjoyed the title she inherited. "Yes," she murmured with false fear. Her words were followed by a tremble as she continued with her lie. "Thank you for the information. We will seek justice for you, your friend and the many lives taken."

"Why are you keeping yourself locked inside your classroom day in and day out? You hardly go out—I hate to say this, but Raven is dead, and eventually, you have to move on!" I break the wine glass with my sheer gaze, startling Hayden, who seems frightened by the glare I give him. He is my friend, yet no one trusts me as much as Raven did. They still see me as a demon that could quickly turn on them, which I dislike. "I can't move on," my voice is calm. "Demons aren't supposed to have mates, Hayden, and no other woman will touch me as Raven did. She moved my soul with her hand—how do you beat that?"

“My mother finally found the courage to run after Moretti, in a drunken rage, nearly strangled me to death.” "Oh my God..." Raven had never called on God before, but the sheer horror of Moretti’s actions compelled him to utter the words. Raven could only describe Moretti’s evil deeds as demonic.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

Devon; things like… Raven; (bites her lower lip) Devon ; talk to me Raven; it’s nothing Devon. There are just things you shouldn’t mingle with Devon; I’m curious . You think someone murdered her? Raven; I think a warewolf did that! (She screams) Devon; what?! Raven; please forget I said anything . Devon; you think there are supernatural beings in Parsey? Are you very certain about this?

I smashed through and found myself in another corridor, but this one was even more narrow, old and dusty and the stench of rotten flesh and mould was overwhelming, my nose sniffled in distaste. I darted down some steep concrete steps and my heart thumped when I saw similar rusted cell bars that had held me captive. I dashed toward the first one to see Dante sitting against the wall, his wrists held in cuffs like mine were. He looked at me through red, exhausted eyes, and tried to form a smile of relief. “Ra… Raven..”. He gulped in a croaky voice. “Is it really you?”

He was a werewolf, why should I care. “The demons in the area have found a way to bring about an infection that turns humans and wolves alike into demonic slaves. I need your help to find what is cause it.” He glanced at me, “Raven is the only one who can stop it, she has come into contact with the substance a few years ago and it did not affect her at all.” Dustin’s and my mouth fell open. I had been trying to find the source of this plague that was striking our people down, but I had no leads.

he said softly and I nodded. "Your darkness is showing within your eye…do you still have the dark mist?" I asked in concern. Noah sat back and looked angry, surprising me. "I am a demon Raven, I am more demon than wolf although Keir still resides within me. I'm afraid my demon half is slowly pushing him out. My eyes widened as I asked Adria in my mind if what he said was true.

Whom did I summon as my assistant? Ak-kvir, of course. The demon arrived almost immediately, forgetting that it was evening. His naked skull was laughing. “Glad to see you, necromancer.” “How about some work, beast?” He wasn’t really evil, but he wasn’t human either . Ak-kvir knew that I wasn’t trying to offend him and kept grinning. Then he swore an oath, without prompting, and I leaped onto his back. We headed to the Tevarrian camp. Inside, everything was quiet. Two days’ journey wasn’t a distance you could cover immediately and descend upon the enemy.