Gold Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

My Wolf said protectively. “I can see your Wolf doesn’t like the idea... I will ask again. Name your price.” Apparently, he could hear my Wolf, which made me a little uncomfortable. “Are you speaking of Mr. Kane?” I asked, just ensuring that there wasn’t a third Reaver in the mix. Raphael raised an eyebrow. “You know him by his surname which we all share... odd. The Reaver in gold is who I speak of.” He replied.

He laid his hand on her knee under the table, sending all the support he could through to her. Josephine nodded, uninterested in the finer points of Melody's mental health. "Wear your necklace, and evil wont even be able to look at you. You will fade into the shadows." Josephine reminded Melody, who nodded, fingering the chain around her throat. Almost like that gesture reminded Josephine of something, she reached into her bag and removed a small silken pouch, handing it to Raven. It looked like a claddagh ring, but instead of two hands holding a crowned heart, there was one hand, and one wolf head. The metal was a deep grey platinum. Raven's eyes went wide like they used on Christmas mornin

Why send thugs, when they could have just sent the cops? “That’s suicide, you can’t go against them by yourself.” “It’s not like I haven’t tried, once you get in the safe, you can come help.” Raven slipped on silver brass knuckles, then sprayed her skin with a water base silver dust. She walked confidently out the office, ‘And she calls me cocky,’ thought Trevor going back to the safe. “Hey, I think I’m a little lost,” Raven called as their eyes turned to hers, changing to gold.

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

In the past, Raven had accused her of being a gold digger, using it as the basis to end her relationship with Lonan. But something didn’t add up. Raven worked hard to earn money, yet he was incredibly lavish. Just days ago, he’d offered Rose his black card. Even if Gia had been a gold digger clinging to Lonan, Raven wouldn’t have cared if she drained the Lindgren fortune as long as she didn’t hurt Lonan.

Eya points to the different gold buckles making Raven nod. “Handy, I like that you chose to use gold with the black and red, and the silver fur for padding,” Raven pets her forearm where the bracers will go, the rest of us giggle at how weird she is being. “Isä and I kept in mind you wear a lot of black, silver, and red to represent you and my dads. We used gold plated steel to represent Jonathan, it’ll take time to get used to the idea of him being a da to me,” Eya explains, making me smile at her calling Vaari dad. It’s been different seeing our father with someone else, but Eya has been so good for him as he has been great for her as well.

This man is unbelievable. He faces them again. “You didn’t know who she was, so you acted professionally. I’ll let it pass.” The workers exchange confused looks. I don’t blame them. I’m confused too. Then his tone shifts—lower, colder. “This is Diana Reed. My fiancée.” Gasps ripple across the entrance. A few maids blink rapidly. Two guards straighten even more. “Remember how I said I’d let you off because you didn’t know who she was?” Roland steps forward, hands behind his back, expression unreadable. “Well. Now you do. So you know how to treat her from now on… don’t you?”

'Kennedy Turner. She was the only and last heir of the Silver Moon Pack who was born after eighteen years of the marriage of Alpha and Luna when Her older brother, Ken Turner, couldn't shift into a werewolf, and the pack members needed a new Alpha. Just a year after Kennedy was born, Ken Turner killed himself by hanging because of depression. *

It was a beautiful ring, a gold ring with three diamonds. ‘My dearest Maddie. My red queen, do you want to be my wife?’ She felt her emotions bring tears to her eyes, she was exulting inside. She hadn't expected that question yet. ‘Oh yes Raven I do,’ she said, exchanging a look with her father, who nodded in satisfaction. Raven got up and she threw herself into his arms. He kissed her lips and she had to remind him he was in a restaurant. ‘I long for you,’ he muttered on her neck.

Hearing my mother’s voice made me at ease, the magic of mothers, I did not add anything and just hung up on the call, thinking about that night, I was reminded of what had happened… heading back to the small I found two black SUVs on the entrance, on the front door stood, a man in a gray suit, fancy for a wolf pack. “Miss Salvatore, I am the delta of the silver wave pack, we heard of your arrival from your grandfather,” he said, standing tall in his place in front of my door. “ Thank you for the welcome Mister… a name would be nice to have.” I replied. Laughing he lowered his head “ Micheal Dearson”