Freyr's Camp Raven Novels & Stories

“Ha. Really, man, you think they would choose the orphaned son of a whore and a rogue as the Amory? No, he will have to be chosen from better stock than me. We have never had a female Amory, maybe history is about to be made.” “Maybe it is me,” Raven says, coming out of the girls’ locker room while she tackles Bram. They have always had an interesting relationship. Not quite siblings, but so much more than friends. “God help us,” I mumble. But seriously, Raven is too emotional for that kind of responsibility. “I heard that, and you will pay,” Raven says as she jumps on my back, and we all start laughing. Ryeleigh turns to us back in her ceremonial dress, shocked.

“I heard my wolf for the first time on the day of my 14th birthday. His name is Raven, by the way, and he isn’t kind at all, always with lots of F words in his mouth.” Raven snorted in his head but said nothing. Ragnar then continued, “That day, my …foster father brought me and several of my friends from school outside camping. In the middle of the night, I heard this strange male voice calling me, ‘Wake up and run, you dickhead. You are about to shift. Do you want to be captured by those humans and get killed?’” Elena widened her eyes, “Your wolf called you a dickhead?” “Yeah,” Ragnar chuckled. And this time he meant it. “That’s Raven. I guess I should feel lucky that he hasn’t met your wol

“No, this isn’t real.” Her wolf loomed over the carnage. “This is what happens if you fail. If you do not master me, I will devour everything including him.” Raven shook her head violently, tears stinging her eyes. “I won’t let it happen, I won’t.” The vision twisted again. Now she stood in the Iron Fang camp as Reed reached for her, eyes burning with longing. “Come back to me, Raven,” he pleaded. “You’ll never be safe with them, only I can protect you.”

The people from Yellowstone were righteous. "Oh, how dare you talk to me like that?!" Frederick was losing his patience and his luna held on his chest to stop him. "Don't act as if you're someone significant when you've only been crowned recently! You know nothing about running a pack and you know nothing about order!" "You watch your tone, Frederick," he threatened. "The Yellowstone pack is a friend to all and an enemy to none, do not bloody start being the exception to our vow." With that, Frederick went silent for a few moments until he attempted to grab alpha Raven by his collar when Davis came forward to shield him. Alpha Raven was shocked but immediately shield his emotions.

"I told you. You should have stayed." Freya turns back to me with a look of horror in her eyes. Her attention is drawn back to the man enraging me, so I bend down in a swift motion, grab him by his ankle, and throw him into the fire. Freya tries to rush to him until I grab her by the throat. "Jackson," she pleas, "please no." "I'm getting what I've been waiting for since the moment you passed me by." Freya's tears start to show, making the wait worthwhile. I take an inhale only slightly disappointed she's not completely ready to devour. Stupid werewolf's blood is only pure once it appears in her mind, but Freya's is taking longer than expected.

he said, and I laughed. "Of course she did. I knew she would." "I need something from you." "Within reason," Frey said. The qualifier arrived without hesitation, which meant he had been expecting this call. Frey was one of my best men, the youngest council rep. He knew when to retreat and when to fawn over his superiors. It didn't make him foolish — just more aware of what was going on around him. "The eastern perimeter of the camp," I said. "The patrol schedule. I need to know the rotation."

"The Royal House of Varkos must be more generous than we believe, since you are a princess..." "Please, I’m sure she meant well." Clara looked crestfallen, as if feeling bad for the backlash Leah was facing. "Lee is my friend. She must have been mistaken." "Mistaken?" Luna Laurent’s voice was shrill. "How could she say such a thing even if she is mistaken? What if we weren’t here and she defamed you?" Leah let out a scoffing laugh, shaking her head. "Luna Laurent, I didn’t want to expose the Mooncrest Pack, but… where did you say you donated? Volkov Central, Kirov Rehabilitation, or the Border Recovery Wing?”

This was genuinely my first time seeing someone happy to be here, or maybe she had just come to terms with her present situation. I gave her a crooked smile and started cutting the vegetables in front of me. “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to start a conversation. I didn't really have any friends here and since I was probably going to die here, it wouldn't hurt to make one. “Amara.” It suited her. “I’m Freya.” Amara leaned her hip lightly against the counter as she worked beside me. “Been here long?” “A little while.” Would she understand if I told her long enough to know my way around but not long enough to understand exactly what was happening.

She had just witnessed an execution, after all; it was enough to haunt someone like her for a long time to come. That night, we sat around a small campfire in the woods and ate the roasted fish. Raven had picked some herbs in the forest, which now mingled with the scent of fish wafting into the air, and Ember had slipped off to the kitchens and returned with utensils and a few bottles of wine. Raven took one bottle entirely for herself, which I knew would impact her training in the morning. But no one stopped her. “You caught these yourself?” Eric asked as Raven handed out the plates of fragrant food.

I knew that no one would be able to stand in between us. "This is so boring; I can't believe I'm doing this with you," Freya said after a while. We have been walking around the pack in circles, and all we can see is nothing but the reminder of tomorrow's event. The place has been filled with a lot of camp houses, and that was because most of the people have been here since yesterday to set everything up, and some alpha's arrived today.