Freyr's Camp Raven Novels & Stories

Which means no houses, no warriors nearby, damn it. “I don’t feel so good, Caleb…” Raven whispers, her breathing uneven. I scoop her up into my arms and start running again, my eyes scanning the dark for any sign of shelter. The woods stretch endlessly, my mind racing. There should be a warrior’s cabin somewhere. We built several of them for emergencies, dry food, firewood, blankets, but I can’t remember exactly where. My legs feel heavy. I set her down gently. “Can you hold onto me?” I ask urgently and she nods. I let Fenric surge forward again. On cue, Raven climbs onto his back. He crouches, massive under her small frame, letting her grab fistfuls of his fur as her legs dangle along his s

Although the promise together with his foster figure for his 20th birthday may want to now no longer be fulfilled, the bonds of grasp and servant had been engraved thus. Reaching out and bumping cups gently with Isabella, Raven raised his cup and savoured the high-quality violet-coloured wine. . . BOOK 1 Ends Here…. * * What do you think is gonna happen to Raven?? Is he still safe in the hands of his predators??? Find Out More in the BOOK 2 of the Vampire Harem Series. . . WATCH OUT for the Vampire Harem Series BOOK 2 Title:- RAVEN: A Rare Vampire . . …… THE END

“What’s your chain, Viktor?” The Frostfang camp stank of pine smoke and rotting meat, a familiar reek that clawed at the back of my throat. I’d forgotten the cacophony—the clang of axes splitting bone, the wet slap of hides being stripped, the laughter that rang too sharp, like blades on ice. Watchfires dotted the perimeter, their flames painting the snow in streaks of blood-red. Yrsa’s tent sagged at the edge, a hovel patched with lichen and guilt. A raven feather dangled from the entrance, its edges frayed. Her favorite, Lira had said once. She says they carry prayers to the Moon Goddess. I slipped inside, the dagger a cold weight in my fist.

With every heave, a mist appeared in front of me, a grim witness of the frost that would soon permeate our camp. I turned around, my eyes studying the tents that lined the campground. The pack around was full of quiet urgency, but the men of Darius were full of steel for oncoming war. I looked toward the far edge of the camp, to where Darius had ordered for me-tye dungeon still guarded by guards had it's dark shadow casted by the dim lamp in front of it. Raven was still kept hostage in there, her freedom contingent upon this alliance's success. The mere thought of my failure almost choked me. I had promised her that freedom, promised to fix what I'd broken. But would it all come at the cost

Lynn could only clench her jaw, and I could tell this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, especially with that woman living under their roof. “Gwen will definitely let Freya have the clothes,” Soren said. Somehow, I understood why I’d been suddenly pulled into this. They expected me to nod along, for Soren’s sake, for the sake of keeping the peace. From what I’d gathered, Freya used to belong to Ravencrest. That alone explained why everyone seemed so comfortable siding with her.

Raven shook her head " You've disappeared for so many years and I've gotten used to dealing with my issues myself, I'll be going for the competitions in Havilah city tomorrow, promise me you'll come to see me over there" Venom nodded " I'll come see you " Raven beamed with a smile " Now you can tell me how you became the vice commander of the undead, what's the camp like, are you accepting any new recruits, can I come visit you over there" Venom sighed as Raven bombarded him with questions, he had forgotten how inquisitive the little bird could be. * * * * The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* In Daera's training room, Olivia picked up the practice gun, she fired each shot at the target, wa

A dream that I would rather die in than wake up to the cruel world I had been introduced to. I repeated my outfit and went downstairs to meet with Racheal. “I didn’t quite get your name,” My head spun to her of their own accord and stared at her questionably. She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to have to crack my head up cooking up on how I should address you,” she said plainly. Sly indeed. Since I wanted to play the fool’s game with her. I smiled and muttered, “I’m Freya.” “That’s a lovely name. I like it.” I held back the urge to bite. As if she didn’t like it I would cry to Artemis. Her thoughts were not viable to me.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

"Technically, you're the one trespassing on our territory." Silas raised a hand, casually silencing his friend, though the arrogant smirk on his lips never faded. "I told you what would happen if you let your pride get the better of you, Freya. You spit in my face backstage, threw my ring at me, and walked out. This is what the real world looks like when you don't have a Ravenscroft protecting you." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to catch a strand of my wild hair. I violently snapped my head back, avoiding his touch, my eyes burning with pure hatred.

I said, moving to sit across from him. His brow furrowed. “Would you ever leave me alone?” he muttered, and I smirked. “Of course not! That’s why I’m here to help.” I cut straight to the point, crossing my legs. Even though Arden appeared to be the most ruthless and powerful among the three of us, I knew he carried inner burdens that he had been shouldering alone. And his health was one of them. His anxiety gnawed at his wolf, driving him feral whenever it overwhelmed his emotions.