Haven's Novels & Stories

Emily whispers, “Oh my god…” Noah pulls me closer, his thumb brushing my shoulder in slow circles. “And he said…” My voice cracks. “He said Noah has to die.” Noah’s grip tightens, but he stays calm... for me. Mom closes her eyes, pain flickering across her face. When she opens them again, she looks older. Tired. Like she’s been carrying this fear for years. “Raven,” she says softly, “the Hallow has always wanted a permanent vessel. A perfect one.”

(No actual sex scenes - I apologize) ***** (Thursday Night) It was well past the descent of Night's veil when the Havenstone jet landed outside of New York City. Naomi and team gathered us up and led us to the main building downtown. An unlooked for conflict developed. Naomi's team was there to present me to Hayden. Rachel's team was still focused on securing my wellbeing and they didn't like the attitude Naomi's squad was giving off.

The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting an eerie glow over the Harold's pack territory. It was a night steeped in darkness, and with it came a sinister intent that seemed to permeate the air. The scent of tension was palpable, a storm gathering on the horizon, and nowhere was it more keenly felt than within the heart of Ethan. As the alpha of Harold's pack, Ethan had sensed the undercurrents of unrest, the rumblings of a brewing storm. He had grown vigilant, aware that their rival pack, led by Erick, was harboring a resentment that was dangerously close to boiling over.

But then his mother's voice fell softly on his ears as he closed the carton of his greasy obsession, he exhaled as he nodded. "How are you, honey?" He said after a long pause, reaching for her frail hands. "I'm fine, now" NOW RENNÈ, PARIS. “Man identified from the Zur-“ Zachary’s mum had hoped in his front, turning off the news then she exhaled suspiciously. “You need to relax-“ She stretched before a pause. “Why did you do that?” He asked and she scoffed, her arms on her hips. “Do what?”

And the other dark and broken. She did not have a rose in hand like the rest, She had sage surrounding lavenders . The sage he grew with her, and the lavender whose scent he loved. But those flowers did no longer give her happiness, Every part of her day reminded her of him. She wanted him to get up, to get back to her. But he did not. He was gone forever. "Rose" she turned around as she heard her mother voice, "Lord Edmund is here to pay his respect, go greet him for once" She shook her head. "Rose, for me" Rose hesitate but her mother grabbed her hand slowly and they walked into the castles towards the halls.

His black hair had been gelled all up into a frizz up. "I'm here for the ceremony just like you" "Oh! So you know the Carters?" "Well, yeah. Fairly. Henry was my client at some point, the more reason I got the invite to come for his wife's cuisine opening ceremony" "Oh! Well, I know the Carters very well. My family and theirs have been good friends over the years. I'm a very close friend to the daughter Halsey, in particular" "Oh! I see" "So, you just arrived or … ?" Vandana trailed off

TO: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com FROM: CodyRavens@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Hemsworth pack _________________________________________________________________________ The past week we’ve had a problem with the neighbouring pack of Hemsworth. The other warriors are standing to attention but it is at utmost important that the new recruits will be ready if a war should break out. Although there has been stirrings I am communicating with their Alpha.

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

“Where is Father Isaiah staying? Where is this farm that you speak of?” “It’s the sleeper cell of this area,” Talen’s Van Helsing told him. “A place called Haven Farm.”

And yet, there it was… my mark, shimmering with a soft, ethereal light, as if it had been a part of her all along. This was a Haven I didn't recognize, a Haven who seemed to hold secrets and mysteries that I couldn't begin to fathom. Despite the unease that stirred within me, I couldn't deny the awe-inspiring beauty that stood before me. Haven was magnificent, her presence both captivating and intimidating, like a tempestuous storm that commanded respect and inspired fear.