Notice Anything Different Raven Novels & Stories

What has changed? "I know it's been forever." Raven sighed dramatically, bypassed me and dropped into the seat next to Mom. It was weird to see them both together. Raven looked the same as usual, though. Her arms were decorated with sparkly bangles and bulky rings lay on her fingers. She pushed her black hair over her shoulder and it cascaded softly down her back. "So, where are you both off tonight, then?" Mom asked excitedly, sounding like a teenage girl. "There's a New Year's Eve party at Ross's house," Raven began. "I know it's going to be good because my horoscope says I should focus on myself more for this month so that means I'm getting blackout tonight."

Raven stood with his arms crossed, expression calm in the way deep water is calm. They were talking. I couldn’t hear the words. But whatever the conversation had been, it clearly wasn’t friendly. They both noticed me at the exact same moment. The silence snapped into place instantly. Blaze straightened slightly. Raven’s expression smoothed into complete neutrality. The reaction was identical. Neither offered an explanation. Neither stepped aside. I walked forward slowly. Passing between them felt like stepping through a shifting weather front. Blaze’s warmth brushed one side of me while Raven’s cooler presence pulled at the other.

my left foot to improve its process of healing when however that wasn’t possible since I was asked to do all maids works, I was lost looking at my foot when a suddenly I heard a familiar tune... it was one the most melodious tune but for me it was just like someone is pouring acid in my ears because this tune used to remind me of tired day which was planned for me, it was now my routine to get up before my alarm gets off, giving an audible huff I stopped my alarm clock and headed inside small bathroom which was there inside my room and gently washed my face with cold water and tied all my hairs in a loose back braid, I kept staring at my dried lips and glowless face with few patches of bl

Raven was in his room and working on his laptop when Lucy came to see him. She drags her wheelchair to check Raven in the palace. While sitting in the wheelchair, she noticed his room lights are dim yet lightened enough. He was so engrossed in his work that he couldn’t’ notice Lucy's presence. She smiles and slowly dragged her wheelchair towards him. She slightly went to his back and closed his eyes. Raven smile at the sweet fragrance. He took a deep breath and remove her hands from his eyes while enjoying her sweetness." Haaa what an aromatic fragrance". He said while taking a deep breath to inhale all her scent.

This time I opened my mouth to breathe like a boo dog and closed my eyes tightly. I felt myself finally settling into an abyss. I heard multiple gasps around me, then suddenly, the pain was gone . By this time, I flipped my eyes open, I was standing on four pawns instead of two legs. ” We did it Raven”, Athena cheered “ Can you believe it!" I ignored my wolf and, in bewilderment, 1 looked down at my feet. My fur was blue … specifically, a raven color with a gold ring around my ankles. It gleamed. My fur glowed under the moon. Giving it a Raven appearance. Then I could hear all the sounds around me. The sound of their heartbeats and rhythms, the blood pumping through their veins, and their er

I’m unable to watch. With a nod of thanks, Resha takes off as I frantically search, hoping to glimpse Raven. You would think being in her human form, she’d be easy to spot above all the wolves, but with the smoke and haze filling the air, it’s hard to see more than a few feet in front of yourself.

Walking over to a a stream he sniffed it and gracefully sipped to quench his thirst. Raven pushed forward and started to smell lemongrass and lavender. Her cheeks flushed and she pushed harder forward. The sun started to drop and red and purple hues fought to give way to night. Raven stood at the edge of a cliff. Across the gorge she could see a light smoke rising from a nestle of trees. Appearing quietly from the shadows, Bradford cleared his throat. “Raven. I need to know you’re ready for this. You haven’t slept and you’ve taken my blood. How are you?”

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

' I pray, as my consciousness is being replaced by something different, I feel like I'm being replaced. Caleb’s POV The moment I step through the second rift, the air shifts, thick, charged, and ancient. She’s here, my blood recognizes her long before my eyes do. I stalk through the warped terrain, shadows twisting unnaturally, trees pulsing like they're alive, stone crumbling into ash with every step. Then I hear it, a scream. "Raven," I scream her name. I burst through a wall of mist and find her. Her body floats just above the ground, hair whipping like it's caught in a storm. Her eyes are glowing, not the soft gold of a werewolf, but a searing violet that splits through the dark. Darknes

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”