Gold Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

She recalled that he was Caelan's elder cousin, the oldest member of their generation—Byron Fitzgerald. Kennedy had two sons and a daughter, and Byron was the son of Kennedy's eldest son. Byron was known for his carefree playboy lifestyle. In her previous life, Jade had limited interactions with him, so her impression of him wasn't much to go on. "Hey, I'm talking to you. Cat got your tongue?" Byron thought Jade was dumbstruck by the intimidating wolfhound. Jade came back to her senses and grinned at Byron. "I'm Jade Severin and I’m here to change Mr. Kennedy's bandages."

That he could negotiate a deal in the morning and break someone's fingers by evening if they crossed him. The last part was mentioned as a joke. But I suspected it was not really a joke at all. The article included a recent photo of Kieran at a business conference. He wore a perfectly tailored suit. His dark hair was styled back from his face. His grey eyes stared at the camera with cold intelligence. He looked like someone who could see through lies. Someone who missed nothing. Approaching him would be dangerous. But he was also my best option. I searched for any recent connection between Raven and the Vaughn family. I found nothing after Raven's parents died. No photos together. No mention

“Well, actually… your highness. A car won’t come to pick you up—” “You are coming with me, omega.” Flinching at the deep voice, I turned towards the door, where my eyes met Raven’s. My eyes widened slightly as I took him in. Raven was dressed in a casual dark gray shirt that hugged his chiseled muscles and black jeans. He completed the attire with a black jacket, which he styled with black boots. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in a hot contrast of black and gray. Through his long hair that hung loose on his shoulders, I could see the silvery dog tag pendant resting over his chest.

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.”

They started circling each other. When Raven did a sidekick, Goldie blocked it and followed up with a few kicks of her own, hitting Raven's side. Raven retaliated by punching Goldie in the stomach and then her chest. I knew Goldie wouldn't let her get away with it. When Raven swung again, this time, Goldie caught her fist. Raven attempted a sidekick, but Goldie evaded and landed a punch with her other fist, causing Raven's nose and mouth to bleed. Goldie licked the blood from her lips and said with a smirk, “I hope you had your fun, little girl. Now it's my turn. I won't kill you, but I'm going to beat the crap out of you. I want you to remember this beating.”

"Alpha! Where have you been?! We have been looking for you all night!" Iron Hogan was the first to walk up to Raven when he strolled back to the Alpha's house...in Knight's clothes. Knight wore his cloth loose, and it looked even bigger on Raven. But he liked it, mostly because of the faint black tulip smell on them. Isn't black tulip the cutest flower? Raven thought as Iron grabbed him and checked his head to toe. "I'm alright, uncle Iron!" Raven chuckled at Iron, "What happened?!"

Raven answered, her voice unwavering. “And do you, Killian Thorne, son of war and keeper of shadows, vow to uphold the sacred pact, and lead with truth?” “I do,” he said, his gaze never leaving Raven’s. As their hands met above the Moonstone, a beam of pure moonlight cascaded from the sky, illuminating them both. Their marks glowed in unison—one fiery red, the other icy silver—then merged into a single, blazing gold. Gasps rose from the crowd. The pact had been accepted.

Raven pressed his lips to her skin, forcing Selina to fight down a moan. “Raven, where is it? Tell me the location,” she urged, trying to bring him back to himself. “A bar on Clayton Road. I don’t remember the name,” Raven murmured, just as Leon answered the call. “Hello?” “Kendall’s been drugged. He’s at a bar on Clayton Road. I think he’s alone there…” Selina’s words were cut off when Raven snatched the phone from her hand, ended the call, and tossed it onto the couch.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”