Glow Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

She said. "And how did she get to know?." "I have no idea my king." "She wouldn't eat or drink anything for a few days now." "She's in love with another wolf, his name is Brandon." "A descent of the"Black dove pack." "His family are hunters." "Gwen is afraid you'll subdue him with your power and mark her." She's delusional. I thought to myself. "They're madly in love with each other." She cried.

Kai whispered and I turned to him, smiling. “Let's do this.” “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome the mysterious Raven of Raven Vogue, Megan Cassano,” the host's voice resounded in the large hall. Kai assisted me as we cascaded down the stairs to the stage, adjusting my dress every step of the way. The paparazzi had gone wild, flashes of camera on our faces. I could already imagine the blog headlines. “MYSTERIOUS RAVEN VOGUE CEOS IDENTITY REVEALED”

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

“Is he deliberately trying to drive me insane?” Raven was always associated with dark colors—black, navy blue, and dark brown. Those were the only ones he wore. To him, pink was a color that would ruin his image. It was so far down on his preference list that it wouldn’t even make the top thousand if he had a choice. That color reminded Gia of Caius, who would be delighted to receive a pink sweater as a gift. Still scowling, Raven ripped off the label and put on the sweater. Thankfully, the pants provided were black. Due to their unexpected stay, they had no choice but to accept whatever the host had prepared.

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.