Giantess Raven Novels & Stories

*snatch! The air around Twar's arm transformed as if a colossal Kraken tentacle ensnaring its prey. …I can't shake him off… Ravyn attempted to break free from Twar's grip using her gray aura-covered hand. [Lavender's Damage Absorption Threshold: 100% >> 99%] Twar's grip alone was capable of damaging her bodysuit. With a swift motion, he hurled Ravyn into the air, sending her plummeting from the sky towards the ground. His aura mirrored the imagery of a tentacle-like toss.

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.

And there aren’t many people I can tell. Demon‑blessed. What does that even mean? What does it mean for my baby? For me? I swat away a huge moth attempting to land on me. I’ve been seeing these giant things all over the castle. Suddenly, something white swoops down and snatches the moth flying inches from my face. The creature lands on a branch above us—a beautiful white raven. “What?” I’ve never seen a raven like this before. I rise slowly and step closer. It watches me with reddish eyes. Not glowing, just tinted. It’s a little eerie.

But Raven was different. “Unlike Rachael, Raven is a fighter. Everyone knows her name. She may not act like a normal woman, but she carries herself like no other woman in this house. She’s a warrior and still a woman.” Mother’s eyes hardened. “That is exactly why she will never bow to you!”

Instead, she strolled right into the room like she owned every single square inch of the property. She was absolutely stunning to look at, but it was a dangerous, sharp, and lived-in kind of beauty. She was tall, lean, and completely confident in her movements, with long, pitch-black hair that fell in wild, messy waves all the way down her back. She was wearing tight black leather pants that hugged her legs, a tight black tank top, and a cropped leather Reaper vest that had the name “Raven” embroidered in bright white letters across the front. She had dark tattoos covering both of her arms from her shoulders down to her wrists—vivid images of skulls, red roses, and sharp reaper scythes. She

She was older than me, maybe twenty-eight, with blonde hair styled in a bob, clear blue eyes, and a body that belonged on a magazine cover. She wore all black gear that somehow looked both professional and predatory. Her eyes raked over me with open disgust. "I'm Raven," she said, her voice filled with scorn. "I'm the head of protection for Cassian's girls at Elysium.” "Girls?" "He didn't tell you?” She smiled, “I guess you're not that important, though I suppose you'll be joining the roster of dancers soon enough." "I'm not a dancer." "Not yet, give it a few weeks. They all end up there eventually."

“What… does that mean? You said--” The woman reached for her hood, and my heart lurched. The face that had looked at me in that hazy dream when I was in the cave was looking at me. Her face looked so much like my mother’s in the painting, but there were several differences that told me that she wasn’t. She was a relative of some sort. “Who… are you?’ “If you’d like the formality, I am Raven, the second princess of the United Vampire Covens.” She said with a small smirk. “I am also the true leader of the Blood Moon Coven, more commonly known as the Red Moon Pack.”

Mykel would likely be pissed to see me wearing it, but I knew he would be more pissed if I were to walk around naked. “Not that I’m not grateful for your help, but what are you doing here?” Before she could answer she pulled me to the ground just as gunshots went off. “What’s going on?” I asked as I peered over bush we were crouched behind. “Kate told me what happened with Dante and Mykel, along with other things. But long story sho…” “I’m sorry who’s Kate?” “I am.” Turning round I saw the kind older woman that gave me the antibiotics. “I bought Raven here, she needs to be the one to end this. It’s her birth right just as becoming the moon goddess is yours.” Raven’s eyes widened in shock at

Then she spoke to me in her head: Raven made me promise I would tell no one though. We really don’t have a choice here because royal pain in the butt could throw a tantrum at any moment. Fine. I will tell him, but you need to protect me from Raven later. I nodded my head to tell her that her request would be granted. Bella took a deep breathe to center herself, then she said “Raven's mothers name was Twila Hunter. She was part of a very prominent hunting family and she was the best huntress there was for her time.” The room, already quiet, went deathly still.

Raven tilted her head like she was listening to something none of us could hear. “Under everything,” she said. “Still trying to reconnect. Still waiting for me.” Marek’s expression tightened. “That’s not what it was,” he said carefully. Raven looked at him and this time there was no confusion in her eyes. “It is,” she said quietly. “It’s not a god. It’s not fate.” Her hand lifted slightly and silver fire gathered without hesitation. “It’s a containment system that turned into a parasite after the kingdom broke it by accident and kept feeding it fear for centuries.”