Last Raven Novels & Stories

The stranger I’m supposed to marry. My chest tightens. Then his voice cuts through my spiral. “See?” he says in that infuriatingly calm tone. “You just had the chance to tell me, and you didn’t.” I sink deeper into my seat, suddenly exhausted. “You’re right,” I mutter. “I didn’t.” And that’s the last thing I say. I keep my eyes glued to the window for the rest of the drive, letting the world smear past me. “We’re here.”

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.”

The prophecy about Azraiel as told by the Royal astrologer. Charlotte opens her mouth to ask about the rest of the prophecy but is interrupted by that child like voice again. It sounds angry on being ignored. “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” Charlotte tries to speak but nothing comes out of her mouth. Suddenly she starts choking and then everything goes black.

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

” He sighed. “ The last Raven in history died at twenty-two years at the hands of an alpha called Jerold black. He injected her blood into his warriors to make them strong and fearless. And it saddens me to say this, Raven, when the words get out and others get to know who you are, they will come for you. They will hunt you down until you are dead. “ Eros mumbled and I couldn’t hold back the rage in me … I slammed my fist on the desk.

Elias didn’t pull back. Their faces were close now. Close enough that I could see the storm in Elias’s eyes. Close enough to see something colder in Cassian’s. Neither of them looked at me. They looked at each other. Hunter. Vampire. History burned in that space. And I was the fault line splitting it open. Elias spoke. Not louder than the storm. Sharper. “By authority of the Order… Selene Virell is declared irredeemable.” The words hit harder than the blade ever could.

Maddox's eyes are glowing red with pure anger now too, only indicating his anger is whats feeding the torture upon Raven. Raven smiles, forgetting about the pain. "How could you waste such sweet blood for someone who will only live with you for a small part in your life?" Words are what causes the ripping apart of Raven; Raven's last words are what cause his own death. Maddox's magic becomes over powered to the point of where Raven explodes in mid air, not even a trace of blood dropping as it happens, or a piece of bone in sight. His remains are just a pile of red, burning dust upon the ground.

A signal that Eidolon’s veil had been torn. I didn’t expect an immediate reply. But we got one. INCOMING RESPONSE RAVEN. I blinked. Raven was a name I hadn’t heard in years. She’d been a cyber-splicer during the last Phoenix Run. One of the best, until she vanished after a failed extraction in Mumbai. Most assumed she’d been ghosted. Or killed. The message was short, clipped, and encoded in her old cipher. “I saw the fire. You lit it. I’m inbound. Don’t move.”

Not even the shadows that once answered my smallest thought. I close my swollen eyes. Two days. Then fire. Then perhaps… peace. In the silence of my ruined hearing, I mouth one last word against the dark: *Sorry.* To Mom. To Dad. To Victoria. To the girl I used to be. The chains creak. The torchlight flickers. And Raven Winterstar waits for the end she can no longer outrun. The Guard's Lament

“Speed got us here. Control gets us out.” Raven leaned against the far wall, arms folded tightly across her chest. The candlelight danced over her face, accentuating the exhaustion she refused to show. Her hair clung damp to her temples; soot still darkened her skin. She looked every inch a queen forged from ruin. “You’re bleeding through your bandage again,” she said quietly. He didn’t look up. “Later.” “Now,” she insisted. “You can’t lead if you drop dead halfway through a sentence.”