Gleam Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

I wanted to scream, but the silence in my chest stifled my voice. Killian looked torn. His jaw clenched as he looked between us. His fists were shaking, his body tense with anger. For a moment, the air was thick with tension, the silence stretching on until— Raven appeared. He strode into view, his eyes cold and calculating. Without a word, he tossed something on the ground in front of Darius—something that made my heart skip a beat. The scroll. The coins. “Found these behind that rock,” Raven said, his voice clipped. “Funny how Selene had them... when you were the one meeting the enemy.”

She did not try to talk to anyone. She was waiting. The lights dimmed further. A spotlight found the stage. Raven climbed the steps with the easy grace of someone who had been the center of attention her whole life. The crowd quieted. Raven stood at the microphone, her red dress catching the light, her diamonds sparkling at her throat. She looked beautiful. She looked dangerous. "Good evening, everyone." Applause. Polite, warm, familiar. "I want to thank you all for coming tonight. This gala means so much to me. To my family. To the children who will benefit from your generosity."

"Honest, you're very pretty, Rae." "What do I look like?" I wasn't expecting that. "Honesty?" "Brutally, if necessary," Raven giggled. I looked her over slowly before responding. "You have the perfect name, Raven. The first thing people notice about you is your shiny, long, jet-black hair. Then your almond-shaped, deep blue eyes are more useful than you give them credit for, because they're so expressive and easy to get lost in. You have this cute button nose above pouty lips that just beg to be kissed."

I smile back. Next, Raven opens her presents. She gets cruise tickets from Blake for a beautiful new Year's eve dinner, and Ryder gives her a necklace with her name, which is written in his handwriting. Reed gives her two pillows. One, with a picture of her and Blake and another with him, Ryder, and Ella. When Raven opens my present, she finds the dress and takes it in her hand. She sees the extra cloth on the dress, which I altered to fit her size. "Kiara, how.. but it was not my size... I don't know how you did it." She comes and hugs me, and she tells everyone how much she wanted this dress but could not buy since it was a size smaller.

Reporters pleaded for her attention. Fame delighted her, It was a drug—an escape from reality. Being the typical-reserved high school nerd, fame changed her without her prior knowledge. Stepping up to get interviewed. The dark eyes of the famous host and reporter-Miguel Kowalski held her burning gaze. "You look stunning Raven.” The sparkly burgundy high end gown hugged her body on all the right places—her smooth skin glowing in its full glory. The diamond necklace gave a finishing touch, with her raven colored hair flowing behind.

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.

Her face was flawless, her skin was so clear, her eyes always captivated me and made me at a loss for words whenever I looked into them; those forest green eyes that held the beauty of the world and also its pain and misery at the same time. "She is imprisoned now. The Supreme Court will wait until Rayne regains her health and they will hear what she has to say under the truth spell, then they will decide Eleanor's punishment, but it won't be something easy. She dared to use a forbidden spell; therefore, she will have to bear the consequences," Evelyn answered me.

I muttered quickly, but then I looked up. She wasn’t someone I recognized. A woman—no, a young lady, maybe a few years older than me. Strikingly beautiful. Long black hair, skin like porcelain, eyes so sharp they almost glowed under the dim light. She smiled, but it wasn’t the kind of smile that reached the eyes. “Nice to meet you, Esme,” she said immediately, like she’d been waiting for me. My brows furrowed. “Do I know you?” She tilted her head slightly, amused. “I’m Raven,” she said. “Your brother’s wife.”

McLauren leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes narrowing as Mona came into view on the screen. Red hair. Soft face. Out of place. Interesting. "Who the hell is she?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Behind him, the manager shifted nervously, already sweating. "Uh... she's new. Ticket booth." McLauren didn't look at him. "Name." "Mona." Silence. Long. Heavy. McLauren watched the screen, studying the way she smiled, the way she reacted to Kane. The way Kane reacted to her.

It all connected to the same person whom Lumiére had used his powers to make the driver forget. However, Lumiére had told him who this person was, and it wasn’t Phoenix. "Hold on," Reagan interjected, his apprehension growing. "What's her name?" he asked, bracing himself for the response Ervine was about to give. "It's Raven, Raven Blackwell," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of unease. No. No way. No. Reagan's mind reeled at the revelation. Raven Blackwell. The name struck a chord within him, evoking memories and fears he had hoped to bury.