Pack Of Ravens Novels & Stories

[MY ELDEST SON ,RAVEN STAND UP] Raven stood up this made Tyson and the whole pack confused how did we jump from WOLFSBURG PACK to Raven?? 'is this matter linked to Raven?' Tyson muttered to himself and each and every one of the members in the pack were thinking the same thing ,Raven who was standing up was smiling proudly as if saying praise me!! his posture was very arrogant ,self aknowledged even his father was smiling very proudly,you won't see that once upon a time he was not very much loved but now all of that is gone. [HE HAD FOUND HIS MATE ,AND HIS MATE IS FROM THE WOLFSBURG PACK NOT ONLY THAT BUT HIS MATE IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE WOLFSBURG'S ALPHA KING]

“I challenge you for the Alpha position.” Ryan smirked, shaking his head. “I’m going to enjoy watching you and your little family burn in front of the entire pack.” His voice rose as he turned to the crowd, his gestures exaggerated, meant to rile them up. “Don’t you see? Raven was part of the plan to kill me! That’s why she’s here; to spy for her old pack!” Raven gripped Cora tighter against her chest as the pack murmured, suspicion creeping into their eyes.

Still, he could not allow himself to consider the worst—not until he had exhausted every resource, every ounce of his power to bring her back. --- As the weeks wore on, the Ravenwood Pack entered a period of mourning. Black banners hung from the keep, and candles were lit in every home as a sign of remembrance and hope. Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief.

"Melissa, Damon, Dennis you all need to hear this." We crowded around him, aware of the weight of his expression. Lucas took a big breath and said, "I learned something about Raven. He's made touch with another pack one almost as powerful as ours." Damon's eyebrows rose. "Another pack?" Why should they collaborate with him?" Lucas shakes his head. "I don't have all of the specifics yet, but it sounds like this pack has been hiding in the shadows, waiting for the ideal moment to strike. Raven may be assisting them in accomplishing this."

"What have you done to him!" Raven growled in fury as he dashed forward. Iron was taken aback when Raven made his appearance. Obviously, he wasn't expecting Raven to still be alive. But he quickly adjusted himself as he rose his hands: "I have brought all the 13 packs around here to get rid of poisonous cancer that is the doom of our society. These rogues can by no means exist any longer!" Raven glared at Iron in anger, the flames that rose inside him was burning so bad that his whole body was shaking. It was then for the first time did Raven understand what Knight meant by "it hurts to see your mate get hurt".

I answer while nuzzling her little body with my head nearly covering her completely. “Raven! Get over here now!” Rebecca panics through the link when I look up to see Rebecca and Gideon’s large grey wolves running towards us. “What? I met Osric he said Daddy was in his pack?” Raven questions with a lot of confusion in her voice so I nudge her towards her parents sensing Rebecca’s unease. “What are you doing here?” Rebecca demands with a snarl making me stiffen seeing her anger make my mate crawl on her belly in fear of her own mother.

Thinks she can survive this house untouched. let's see how long she'll last.

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.”

“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.”

She held on to Ivan’s scarf and shut her eyes. Through his eyes she could make out two big burly men at the table. They were on each side of Ivan. They each had half filled cups of what was probably rum. They were playing cards. She was drawn out of her reverie by the calls of what was unmistakably ravens, she looked up at the sky. They were a few of them hovering above her head.