Last Raven Novels & Stories

“Nora is the last of your step-siblings that's alive. And Andrew Miller doesn't do too much again because he's getting old. I'll leave you to make your decision now, Raven. Do you really think you have enough power and resources to take down the richest and most deadly mafia lord in America?“ Raven flinched when he heard Venom's question, like he had indeed been drunk and the question knocked him back to reality. Silence reigned in the car for minutes. Venom finally chuckled and cleared his throat: “I guess your answer's in the negative, Raven.“ “No!“ Raven suddenly said. “I'm going to take down Andrew Miller and the whole of the Black Mambas or die trying. And I'm going to start working tow

Raven As the day of the business event approached, my plans were nearly complete. I had worked tirelessly to ensure everything would fall perfectly into place. Emerson and Lila’s world was about to crumble, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Every piece of evidence I had meticulously collected would be revealed tonight, publicly and without mercy. This wasn’t just about exposing their affair—it was about ruining them professionally, tearing down the empire they had tried to control.

When leaving, she simply hugged Penny lightly without saying a word. However, this was the most touching gesture of them all for Penny. Raven's parents were trash collectors. She, once a proud and cherished daughter, never thought she would rise again after being pushed to the brink by the Baileys. Jackson was right; Raven was enduring and strong, like a rose in the desert. Her appearance was also striking. By the time everything was over, it was almost 1:00 am. Penny, utterly exhausted, was driven back by Winona. She almost fell asleep in the car.

“You took Ryder. You took everything that was mine.” Tessa would spit at her. “He was never yours.” That’s when Raven would lose it. I could picture her grabbing a bucket of water, hurling it at Tessa’s face. “You want water? There! Drink it!” The room would echo with Raven’s laugh—sharp, broken, echoing off the metal walls. She wasn’t the same Raven we once knew. She was cracked. Empty. Haunted by the curse she couldn’t break. I followed the tire marks down the back roads near Blackthorn Ridge. The van tracks veered off the asphalt toward an old path that led to the cliffs.

The screen flickered as Raven’s voice crackled through the speakers, hijacking our internal comms. “Hello, Elena. I thought it was time we met properly. After all, I’m about to take everything you built and grind it into ash.” Then her eyes shifted, her smirk curling toward the man beside me. “And Damien… darling. You always did choose the wrong women.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Raven — Damien’s ex-lover long presumed dead – returns from the shadows, armed and vengeful, revealing herself as the new player in the final game. Her presence shatters Elena’s confidence and Damien’s loyalty, sending everything into chaos as t

“I want immunity.” I scoffed. “You attacked my mate with chemical weapons. You’re not getting immunity.” “Do you want to know who I work for or not?” Raven challenged. Darren held up a hand, silencing us both. “Start talking. Then we’ll discuss terms.” Raven seemed to consider this, then shrugged. “Fine. I work for the humans.” The room went still. Even Darren, despite his calm facade, stiffened in his chair. “Which humans?” he finally asked, his voice low.

Either Catherine will have to do it again, or I will, to save her the trouble. No freaking way. I go up the stairs. His door is closed, but he’s not allowed to lock it, so I push it and stride in, and then freeze, the volume of music so powerful it almost pushes me back. Raven is sitting by his desk—his profile to me, his feet on the table, his books and papers in disarray, his clothes on the bed. He has begun plastering posters of what appears to be his favorite band, “Fake Drug”, around the place two days ago. Now, the transformation of the room seems complete. It’s barely possible to see the cream-colored walls underneath all the centerfolds with images of four guys sporting guitars, grea

I whimpered as his fingers tussled through my fur, my heart breaking as he tried to muster a smile for me. “I… I love… you… Raven”. He shook as he gasped for breath. His eyes began to roll back, and I wailed as I desperately nudged his face again as I fell on my stomach and scampered closer to his body. “Anya”. He breathed out in a faint whisper, his last breath taken as he stared out into nothingness and led lifeless on the ground.

(Rick's POV) I am the soon to be Alpha of one of the few Lycan packs in North America. The Forest Mountain Pack is located in the deep wilderness of the very beautiful state of Tennassee. Our current Alpha, Alpha Alix Morris will be passing his title to me in a few months so that he can finally retire and spend more time with his mate, our packs Luna, and also my mother, Luna Ava.

This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.