Glow Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

I’ve never even had underwear; I only had one, which I had since sixteen—the one Lyn gave me on my birthday, which I was sure she could have taken back if she hadn’t died that same night. Footsteps made me sit properly, as I didn't want Raven to find me sitting like that; it would just give her a reason to talk down on me. “This is Glinda the pack doctor; Glinda this is...” Raven said, and I stood up and stared at the women. She was tall, with pale skin and thin lips that were painted black just like her clothes; her white hair was hanging down her shoulders, white was a weird color but that's not what caught my attention; her eyes did—her black eyes.

The introduction of a young lady with dark green hair who looked a little out of place with her long skirt and tight blouse and the little round eyeglasses perched on her nose, caught my attention. Her name was Raven, according to the host, and she was the daughter of the Alpha of the Midnight Hunter Pack. She was beautiful but she looked like she did not want to be here, she was not even making an effort. Her eyes lazily scanned the whole arena before falling on the camera again and she pasted a fake smile on her face before returning to her seat. She seemed interesting. I watched Emilu strut to the camera like a peacock, the smile on her face looked sickeningly sweet as she paraded herself

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.

The ends of her red hair had been curled up for the occasion and she looked stunning in her red halter neck dress. “Raven, you look amazing!” I marveled as I gripped her forearms. I kept looking at her from the tips of her hair down to her toes which were encased in glittery golden pumps. “You look gorgeous!” Raven yelled as she pulled me in for another hug. “Can you believe we actually made it?!” Raven’s voice was giddy and full of excitement as she let out a squeal and clapped her hands excitedly. I laughed at her antics that reminded me more of a 5 year old rather than a 21 year old.

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

“It’s starting to look like a proper pack out there,” I can’t hide my smile when I hear Raven’s voice from behind me. “Raven,” I gasp, turning to see her standing in the doorway of my room with Roan in her arms. “Lily, you look so beautiful,” Raven smiles, despite looking exhausted and run down from what I would guess is a lack of sleep. I blush standing in front of her, wearing a lavender white ombre A-line floor length gown with a large slit up to my thigh on one side.

Raven grinned, nodded, entered the car beside the unconscious Kane and waited until he disappeared from sight before a nasty, disparaging look invaded her face. "Is that Kane?" Darrow questioned, gazing to the back. Zak, who sat on the passenger's seat, turned as quickly as anyone could blink. He did a horrible job acting the role as the newspaper man. Raven would comment on that later. Shock corrupted both of their faces and they shared an incredulous glance. Their jaws were agape until their eyes moved to Raven's face. She knew how she looked. Cruel. The Red Demon at its finest. "Drive," she said. Her tone told them enough.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

For a disoriented second I thought I’d slept through the entire night, but the clock on the bedside table read only a little past ten. I pushed myself up on one elbow, Kael was no longer in the chair and the hallway conversation sharpened slightly as someone moved closer to the doorway. I slid quietly out of bed and crossed the room, stopping just before the door where the shadows hid me from view. Raven stood in the corridor beneath the wall sconce, one hand wrapped around a folder pressed against her chest. She was beautiful in the cold, deliberate way some women were, all sharp cheekbones and dark red lipstick and sleek black hair falling over one shoulder. She wore fitted trousers, heele

Varkos** Maria cleared her throat. “My Lady,” she continued calmly, stepping forward. “There is something I must report. A matter concerning—” “The wedding right?” I cut in sharply, not letting her finish the secret she was about to spill about Ginnie and me. Lady Ravena’s eyes and Kenna snapped towards me, “She wants to reveal to you that Kenna and I will be getting married.” I continued, my voice echoing across the dining, loud enough to leave no room for doubt, “the day after tomorrow.”