Ever After High Raven Queen Novels & Stories

Mama G gives Cherry a side eye, then walks over to Raven and whispers, “He’s pissed about something. Don’t take it personal.” Raven gives a faint nod. She stares into the mirror, finishing her mascara. Her eyes look distant, like she’s gone somewhere far inside herself. The music from the main room gets louder—showtime is coming. Raven sets down her brush, takes a breath, and rises. Despite the pain. Despite the humiliation. She walks out. ... On the stage, Cherry struts under red lights, bathed in glitter and sweat. She’s in her element—swinging around the pole with practiced seduction, basking in catcalls. The men love her. She drinks it in, laughing when they throw bills at her feet.

She already loses hope. "Your blood is so delicious. I can taste your evilness and it's getting me high and I like it. I like the blood of evil person because I felt like I'm becoming stronger," Raven said in a cold voice. If Raven is scary Queen is even scarier. I felt a sticky liquid under my hand so I looked at it. My whole body almost shook because of what I saw. Its blood! The whole floor was covered in blood. It looks like a flood, but instead of water, there is blood! F*ck! F*ck! We hadn’t noticed that before because we were too focused on Raven. We looked around and I was almost puked! There are lots of corpses here than the place where we first saw the corpses earlier! My stomach is

Same as if I challenged him for his Alpha title; I absorbed his power, heightening my senses strengthening me even more. “Raven, it’s going to be ok,” Osric softly speaks while getting up with one arm hooked under my legs, the other supporting my back and I cling to him like my lifeline. “Just rest my Queen,” he says almost a whisper while kissing the top of my head inhaling my scent. “How?” I ask after a minute of my mind processing my fight with Quinn, knowing I shouldn’t have won; he was a strong adult Alpha and I am a young woman.

'Let's get our mate,' Vixen urged, and Aimee took her first step to forever. The energy crackled in the air as the biker waited for his Queen. Quinley Barrett, the high priestess of Ravenclaw, worked her magic in the background creating snowflakes out of the elements-without the biting cold that accompanied the winter candyfloss. And Aimee felt like a princess as she finally reached her mate's side, taking his outstretched hand and kissing his knuckles as he folded her into his arms.

Moans a shield in the air as the fuck fest rages on. Sitting in the center of the den is Uncle Raven, surrounded by the newest women he obtained— Latinas, Africans, Asians, Europeans. His deft hands are fondling their breasts and asses, spanking them to his delight. The women are moaning at his every touch, dripping down their legs. Fuck, that sight is pleasing. The music rushes through my veins, magnifying the arousal I'm already feeling. “Come on, light me a cigar,” Raven orders the girls. They all rush to the cigar, wanting to be the one to do it.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

“Haven’t you heard of the darkspire alpha curse? They never live past fifty. Ryker will get himself killed if he keeps this going.” My eyes widened. I didn’t know that, I hadn’t even heard about it by accident. My admiration for Queen Scarlett grew even more. “I’ll do my best to keep him safe,” I bowed, meaning every word. Thank goodness I met up with her! I can’t imagine what would have happened if Ryker had gotten in trouble, or worse, executed if we had failed. “Good.” “Thank you, my Queen.” “Also,” she added, turning to face me. “Be careful. You and Ryker. There has been a cosmic shift. I can feel it. Someone who is not supposed to exist walks amongst us.”

Whoever hurt her would pay. “Let her go,” I told Raven. “She’s not part of this.” “Isn’t she?” He circled me like a predator. “Laura Hale, Crescent Moon pack. The loyal friend who helped you escape. The one person who still believes you’re human.” Every word struck deep. He knew exactly what she meant to me. “What do you want?” I asked, though I feared the answer. “The same thing as always,” Raven said. “To make you what you were born to be. To strip weakness and crown you a queen.”

--- They returned to the surface under a sky pierced by stars. Elira stood at the edge of the isle, water dripping from her cloak, the Drowned Oath pulsing on her finger. Ruvan looked at her with awe. “You faced a drowned god. And lived.” Mara raised a brow. “Three relics. Four to go. You keep this up, and we’ll have to call you High Goddess instead of Queen.” Elira smiled faintly. “Not yet.” The Crimson Mage’s eyes narrowed toward the horizon. “Something stirs,” she said. “The Hollow God… felt that.”

Rhea then suddenly appeared, descending the wrought, iron staircase in a hurry, eager to hear the news. She immediately demanded, "What happened?" Her jade-green eyes looked between all of us, desperate to know the information. She was wearing an orange dress, which illuminated her pale skin and displayed some of her cleavage. It looked so bright compared to my turquoise, Lissa's dark green, and Jill's violet dresses. Lissa answered, "Prince Adrian is wedding a girl named Sydney Sage."