Fairy Tail Raven Tail Novels & Stories

RAFE After the kids left for school, I waited as Raven got herself ready for the day. I sit on the edge of our bed as she gets dressed and I take in her every movement. The way her back arches when she bends to pull her pants on. The way she tilts her neck exposes our mate mark as she gathers her hair up in a ponytail. Pulling her loose sweater down, she stops as she realizes I’ve been watching. “Enjoying the show, dear?” She teases.

Raven was moaning, so Damon and Cael looked at each other. “What’s happening?” Kyra asked. “Raven is acting weird while sleeping,” said Cael. “What do you mean?” Kyra asked. “Well,” Cael stared at Raven. She wore her sleeping wear but kept moaning and kicking her feet. Even her hips lifted in the bed. “She’s being controlled, I guess….” Kyra turned off her phone, then she confronted Tyler. “Confirmed. Raven is Sir Carl’s target. “ Tyler smiled slightly. “Are you ready to fight them?”

He was tugging me along by my hand as we approached the square, where a group of children and parents—human and werewolf alike—had already gathered. Raven was standing at the center of the group, looking utterly ravishing in a sleek skirt and turtleneck. Her long black hair, loose and silky across her back, almost looked like a nebula as it caught the sunlight with each movement. I felt suddenly underdressed in my simple attire. Lucas gave me a quick hug before running off to join the other children. I watched as Raven welcomed him, introducing him to the group. She had a natural way with kids, I had to admit, and they all seemed captivated by her. No wonder. She was fucking stunning.

I slammed my hand down on the table. “Enough,” I barked. “You will follow my commands, or you will be removed from this council.” The room fell quiet. For a moment, I felt power again. Then…. The doors opened. And everything changed. Raven stepped inside. No announcement. No dramatic entrance. Just her. She wore no crown, no ceremonial gown, no symbols of rank. And yet… The entire room stilled as if the territory itself recognized her. It was instinct. A wolf’s instinct.

~Eira “We were told about you,” I said, squinting into the shadows. “A troll said you could get us gigs—fights we could earn from. Said you ran things.” The Raven stood in the half-light of the glade, her silhouette more shadow than flesh. She didn’t speak immediately. Instead, she tilted her head, like a crow trying to see from another angle. Then she laughed. “Are you the ones wrestling?” she asked, voice silk-wrapped steel. “Or is there a troll galloping in behind you?”

I returned, caught up in the throbbing of the new bond pulsing between us. But before I could continue to ogle all those hard lines and ridges, perfectly carved V-lines and deliciously hard cocks the Goddess had gifted just for me, they closed in around me. I felt their hands everywhere, gliding affectionately through my fur. My wolf’s chest rumbled, a sound much more suggestive than I would have thought an animal capable of. “What’s your name, beautiful girl?” Cary’s wolf, Roan, asked through his human. “Raven. My name is Raven, mates.” She projected in their heads.

Raven, however, managed to mask her expression and greeted both of them to avoid getting picked on for the most unreasonable reasons. "Good morning, beta. Good morning, Chef Linda." Nadia didn't bother to answer. However, Mrs. Linda snorted, "What's that good about the morning?" Raven didn't answer and merely lowered her head, focusing on her tasks. She had transformed the night before and met her wolf, Sage, for the second time, so she had her fingers crossed in anticipation of meeting her mate. And she was not about to let just anything get in the way of her freedom.

Snow Lady and Archie, who had rushed up from behind, both came to a halt in their tracks. Their hearts, which had experienced the vicissitudes of life, were racing wildly. They were caught off guard because everything happened so quickly. If Raven Blade knew that Tyr had a trick like Bloody Spell from the start, he wouldn’t be so careless, and he would have avoided engaging in close combat with Tyr. He would never have fallen so easily for Tyr’s trick. Unfortunately, it was too late for him at this point.

I had seen the ones that the other mated and marked wolves had, but I wasn’t sure if mine was going to be anything special because I was human. But what I saw was most definitely something different. I was a ring of rose vines encircling the silhouette of a wolf howling at a full moon. What made this even more different was the fact that perched on the top of the vines was a raven. None of the other marks I had seen had contained two animals. “Why…” I stopped, not quite sure how to word my question. “It’s larger than the others I have seen.” “That is because I have Alpha blood. My mom’s is larger too because of my dad.” Jacob said, standing still, holding Emma and walked over to me. “But the

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.