Happy Birthday Raven Novels & Stories

He paused, smiling. "Raven’s mother is celebrating her 900th birthday. Since they’re royals, every vampire in Velmora is expected to attend. It’s a huge feast." "Why are you telling me?" I whispered. Raven didn't mention it to me. Apart from Darian, he doesn't talk about his family. "It's an opportunity for you to meet with Raven's father. Who knows, you might find out where your dad is," he said. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I stared at Caspian, weighing the decision of whether I should go or not.

“I don’t understand how that’s possible. I saw Brad’s body. There was no faking that. And if they did somehow, where has he been for eighteen years?” No one answers. Because none of us know. Because the truth is worse than the questions. Mom turns to Raven. “Your birthday is in four days. When your powers fully awaken, you’ll be stronger, strong enough to track Drake and Delaney without burning yourself out.” Raven nods, but she’s pale. “What if I’m not ready?” “You will be,” I say, sliding closer. “You’re already stronger than you realize.” She leans into me, tired. “But what if Jason comes before then? What if that thing wearing my father’s face comes?”

He was carrying shopping bags, looking at Raven dotingly, completely ignoring my ashen expression. My heart hurt a little. I lowered my head and took off the apron. Dad took off his jacket and said unhappily. "We only told you to make a cake. Why did you prepare so much food? It'll be such a waste if we can't finish them." My hands shook and I said nothing. Raven smiled at me mockingly. She casually picked a box out from a bag and said, "Rachel, happy birthday." I opened the box to have a look. It was a pair of earrings.

The rushing noise filled the city of Black Crest as the rapid pattering of the rain fell on Monday evening. The rain came unexpectedly, and there was no further warning for any storm coming from the weather forecast. Lucky for those citizens who came home early from work, they just had to settle in their homes waiting for their supper to be cooked. As for those who need to take an extra hour at work, the situation left them no choice but to travel home and take their risk waiting for the heavy traffic jam caused by the heavy rain.

Helping Raven, I know with my mates I can be happy and find a way past the bad memories, and make new ones with my own family. “Hand me Ro Ro, do you think the human government will really leave us alone? Do you really think you will be ok there; I know you have bad memories there and it will be hard for you?” Raven asks, I place Roan in her arms then pull them into my lap while holding Gunnar to my chest.

Everyone, except maybe Dante. Gia glanced around the room. This was an extraordinary celebration because it marked the first time she celebrated her birthday. It was late, but that didn’t diminish its meaning. It strengthened her sense of belonging to the people gathered here. Her world had expanded in such a short time, encompassing more people than she had ever imagined. And it wasn’t a bad thing. Receiving love and attention wasn’t a bad thing. “Happy birthday, my dear wife. And as I’ve told you countless times, you’ll be an amazing mother to our child,” Raven whispered softly in her ear. His words were meant for her alone, a private declaration of love.

On it: a single black rose in a crystal vial, a small velvet box tied with silver ribbon, and a pastry shaped like a crescent moon—flaky layers dusted with powdered sugar that caught the dawn light filtering through the tall windows. Raven sat up in the wide bed, white hair tangled from sleep, sharp blue eyes blinking away the last haze of dreams. Victoria set the tray on the bedside table, then climbed onto the mattress beside her—knees tucked under, auburn hair glowing like embers in the soft scarlet glow. She didn’t speak. She simply opened their shared diary to a fresh page and wrote: *Happy birthday, Raven.* *Nine years today.* *I know your parents should be here. I can’t replace them.

Raven It was supposed to be the happiest night of my life. A celebration of love, loyalty, and the bond I shared with my mate and husband, Alpha Emerson Blackwood. The one-year anniversary of our marriage had finally arrived, and I had everything planned down to the smallest detail. Lila, my best friend, had been by my side from the beginning, helping me arrange every surprise. We stood together in the living room of our home, the air filled with the scent of fresh roses and the soft glow of candlelight.

Raven came down dressed to leave. She had changed out of her uniform. She wore simple jeans and a soft top. Her hair was brushed. Her bag hung from one shoulder. She looked… pretty.....too pretty for a study session. Ragnar growled at once. She dressed up for him. For study, I said flatly. You do not believe that. I ignored him. Raven slowed when she saw us both there. “Oh.” My father smiled warmly. “Raven. Are you going somewhere?” She shifted the strap of her bag. “Yes. I’m going to a friend’s house to study.”

They both scream at once while running out of the room and slamming my door closed. I push myself out of bed unwillingly and trudge towards the bathroom. The hot shower feels good on my aching muscles. It has been a long year for all of us. We have been working hard to rebuild the pack house and repairing our fractured pack. We all needed time to heal our shattered hearts after losing our Alpha, Luna & Princess just a year ago today I have become the Alpha Femme of the Blood Ravens pack since the deaths of my entire family. I am trying my best to hold it all together but there are days that I just want to hop on my bike and leave it all behind. But I know that my Father would be ashamed bec