Pack Of Ravens Novels & Stories

I can't believe I gave up everything for this pack. "You gave everything for this pack," he added as if reading my mind. "This is your pack, Raven. It always has been." That last statement was what interrupted my thoughts. I slowly turned to him with a scoff, my lips curved into a faint smirk. "Did you just call it my pack? Did you fucking call it mine?" I shouted. "I gave everything up for each and everyone of you and look what you did to me," my head tilted to the side. "The only thing I want to do for this pack is—" my voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. "Burn this whole building to the ground."

What has been happening here since I left? “Wait I can't follow, who are these people and why are they attacking us?” I asked. Crystal and Viktor shared a look, one that sent chills down my spine. “ The Raven wolves are a group of self acclaimed mercenary wolves who have been trying to take up territories for years to form their own pack and they have finally succeeded. The Shadowmoon pack and the Raven wolves had a mutual agreement on marriage and supplies so the Raven wolves stayed away from the borders, but a few years ago the marriage agreement was canceled and the Raven wolves have sworn revenge by attacking the pack wanting to claim here as their territory. We have been fighting back f

Ransom smells like apples and leather. “How did it go with the Ravens Keep Pack?” I asked, not turning around. I didn’t want to show him that I was sad, I knew the trip had probably been exhausting. The alpha of Ravens Keep had small dick syndrome. Even with a more than fair trade deal, he still wanted more. The pack was maybe 1/8 the size of this pack. But Ransom needed alliances, and he couldn’t outright say “Hey, be have a cursed witch/wolf that needs to fulfill a prophecy or our entire pack will die and yours might too.” Because that would be dangerous and also a little rude.

RAVEN A cold feeling settled deep in my stomach and nobody spoke for a second after the scout’s words left his mouth. The courtyard had gone completely still around us and Dominic looked worse hearing that than he had hearing about Darius cornering me. His entire body had gone rigid beside me and I could literally see the muscle moving under his skin. The golden glow in his eyes flickered once before settling again, but barely. “Which packs?” Theo asked quietly. The scout swallowed. “River-Claw. Hollow Ridge. And Redfang.”

They moved like partners who had rehearsed this moment, like a husband and wife presenting a united front. "Raven!" I shouted, my voice cracking with fury. "When you were messing around with Astrid, I didn't say anything! Now you're turning it around and blaming me?" "I never messed around with anyone," Raven replied smoothly, his voice carrying just enough hurt to sound convincing. "I've only ever been loyal to you." "Loyal?" I laughed bitterly. "Is that what you call choosing her over me every single time?" "I've been protecting the pack," Raven said, his voice taking on that noble tone that had once made me believe in him. "Everything I've done has been for our people."

He is about to lose everything over a dumb wager. Every day, the Ravens' Peak pack is haunted by reflections, or glimpses on the surfaces, spooking the warriors. Alpha Rollings is getting daily reports of missing warriors, either disbanding or winding up pinned to trees, headless. It would seem as though this has distracted the Ravens' Peak pack enough that they haven’t been able to make any more moves towards the Cherry Ridge pack. This was my time to implement my own next move. That meant it was time for me to head back home, gather what I could, and contact Miles. I would need him for this next step.

Dakota halts in her answer when Raven’s expression suddenly switches within a blink of an eye—a deviously sly grin contorting her lips as she flexes her hand in front of her, pretending to examine her chipped nails. “Well, if not, I suppose I could tell Elijah and Isaac all about that time you let me tag along with you to the Concrete Jungle. You know, for that warehouse party the Cruelcrest Pack held?” Raven shrugs deviously, “I’m sure it would thrill my brothers to know that.” “You wouldn’t dare,” Dakota’s cheeks flush as she growls.

The vibrant hues of autumn adorned the trees, a testament to the passage of time. The Raven Claw Pack, under the command of Alpha Berius, a seasoned and well-respected leader known for his strategic prowess, was our next stop. The pack's territory was characterized by sweeping landscapes and vast expanses of fields interspersed with dense woods. As they approached the pack's borders, a pair of sentinels greeted them, their eyes reflecting both vigilance and recognition.

Ever since Raven moved to the Packhouse, she had never set foot on the main center. Raven pursed her lips tightly at the thought of meeting their Pack members. Except for Celia, Raven doesn’t have any other friends. She also can’t think of any particular people that she could say she was well acquainted to. She was just a nobody in their Pack, they always just ignored her presence. As werewolves, their Pack only valued strength and power. Although Raven is not particularly weak, it did not help that she was not an original member of a Pack. It is known that werewolves hated rogues, and since Raven was found outside their Pack, she was considered an adopted rogue. Since she is not as weak as

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.