Mary Balogh Ravenswood Series Novels & Stories

Not even Raven Blackwood. When I walked inside, the door was surprisingly open. I didn’t care. I kept the grip tight on my gun as I kept my watch around, and then I saw it. Raven fucking Blackwood was standing with his back against the first floor’s doorframe. I raised my gun and fired all my bullets at his back. The blood instantly covered his back, and he dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. “Hah,” I chuckled under my breath, “See. This is what happens when you cross me.”

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

‘She’s trying to take your power for him,’ Ruby answers while walking circles around Dagon who is smiling sadistically like he can’t wait to see the results of this. “I will kill you! If my Daddy doesn’t tear you apart, I will!” The young version of me screams at Rebecca, fighting as hard as she can against her grip while fighting the injection. “Raven hold still! this is for your own good,” Rebecca tries to comfort me while tightening her grip, looking to Dagon. “I will kill him too! You will not take my wolf! Ruby, help me!” I cringe at the sounds of my screams, seeing both versions of Ruby pace with looks of shame on their faces, wanting to save me.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

Through the slightly ajar door, I saw Ryder and a few of the older memebers—Brick, Ghost, and Nails—talking low over a map and a few printed photos. One of them caught my eye: Raven. Another was a location I didn’t recognize. A red “X” was marked over what looked like an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Ironwood. “That girl....She’s been seen there,” Ryder was saying. “Couple of informants say she’s trying to rebuild. Could just be rumors, but we can’t ignore it.” “You... think she’s planning something?” Brick asked. “She wouldn’t have shown up in broad daylight if she wasn’t. She wants attention. She wants a fight.”

“Keep her comfortable so long as it’s safe, but I fear we cannot delay much longer. The master has given us specific instructions if he doesn’t return.” The maid tilted her head and rushed to get her mistress water. She then climbed up the stairs and carefully placed the glass in the lady’s trembling hands. Lady Ravenwood had paled considerably since the night began. Her brown hair was plastered over her forehead, and deep shadows made her eyes sunken. It was a terrible sight, especially for those who knew how beautiful the mistress was in good health. Her dress was stained with blood, and she was sweating profusely despite the cold temperature of the room. Agatha had done everything she cou

He howled, trying to fight back, but she was faster, stronger, fueled by the need to protect what was hers. The second rogue leapt for her flank, but she twisted, using her weight to slam him into the mud, claws raking deep across his chest. The copper tang of blood filled the air, mixing with the rain and earth. The third rogue, the smallest, tried to flee, but Raven pounced, crushing him beneath her paws, her jaws closing around his throat until the forest fell silent again. She stood over the bodies, fur matted with blood, chest heaving, her golden eyes locking onto Ragnar.

“That’s not all, Raven was also compelled to forget she spent the night with Alpha Osric and the mate bonds were all blocked right after she found out Embry was one of her mates, which she almost immediately forgot. Jonathan was trying to placate Rebecca and King Orin, when he was compelling me to forget catching him at the house, Raven reacted and she’s the one who killed our mother for bringing him into the house and putting me in danger.” “Raven was out hunting while I was in labor, she found Osric during her hunt, they ran into Alpha Quinn. Raven defended Osric and herself, beating Quinn and becoming Alpha of Wolf Creek. I know Jonathan took the memory of killing Rebecca to protect Raven

“If you forget the password, maybe it means the memory wasn’t yours to begin with.” I’m not sure I agree but I like the idea. So I let it live in my notebook,next to the sketch of our house,Brio is getting older….not slower but just more selective. He no longer chases every shadow,only the ones that linger too long. He's a good dog,better than most men I knew and way more loyal. One evening, Raven fell asleep on the floor with charcoal all over her hands. Elias tried to carry her to the couch. He failed, so he drew a blanket instead,right there over her sleeping form on the hardwood. It wasn't real but she smiled in her sleep.

“You said you know these towns. Which one of them is the closest to the ridge?” She studied the paper. “Ravenshollow. About twenty miles east. I’ve been there before… it’s worse than this place. A lot of drifters, shady traders, and… things that are better left alone.” “Perfect,” he said, and then proceeded to step heavily on the accelerator. The car hummed down the rough road. For a long time, neither of them spoke. Then, out of nowhere, Mara said, “You know… you’re not very good at this whole ‘working with people’ thing.”