Pack Of Ravens Novels & Stories

“Mind link? Like you guys can talk to one another telepathically?” He nods. “Yes, we can. But that’s beside the point, Arya. You need to know about Raven. He’s a wanted wolf from a pack in the South; his Alpha has been looking for him after he murdered six women in the pack two and a half months ago and fled.” “What?!” I exclaim, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. “I can’t go up there now, knowing that!”

The Pack looked like a winter wonderland, and it was difficult not to be awed by the beauty of it all. As I stood by the window, lost in thought, I suddenly saw a flash of black in the corner of my eye. I turned to see a raven perched on the windowsill, clutching a letter in its beak. My heart raced as I approached the bird, reaching out to take the letter from it. The raven let go of the letter, flapping its wings and flying back into the night sky. I looked at the letter, admiring the elegant seal pressed into the wax. It was the seal of one of my spies, sent to keep an eye on the Pack during the war. I tore open the letter and began to read, my heart racing with excitement.

The moment when she would leave behind the nightmare of her life and run away with Ryker, the only person who ever made her feel alive and loved. She hadn’t seen him for four days, but she trusted him completely. She knew he was busy arranging everything for their departure. He had told her to pack a small bag with some essentials and wait for Bernice, his friend and her only ally in the castle, to come and get her. Bernice would lead her through a secret tunnel beneath the castle that would take them to the fence, where one of Ryker’s trusted men would be waiting for her in a van. Then they would join the convoy that was transporting the golden-eyed eagle statue, a priceless artifact that b

“The mailroom’s downstairs, if…” “I’m looking for…” The delivery man checked the tablet balanced on top of the unmarked white box. “…a Raven Cannon. Is anyone by that name here? I need a signature.” Raven rose shakily, trying to steady herself with her hands against her desktop. Quickly, she slipped the folder into a desk drawer and locked it, closing the tiny key in her fist like a talisman. Then she let it fall into her pocket and stepped out into the common space. “I’m here,” she said, trying to be brave.

The cold wind whistled through the gaps, carrying with it the scent of ash and decay. I stood at the edge of the room, watching as humans and wolves filtered in, their movements tense and guarded. My pack was represented by a handful of council members—Merrin stood at my side, his calm presence steadying me, while Vrax lingered near the back, his expression a mask of barely concealed disdain.

Whoever planned this knew exactly what they were doing. Her heart sank in fear. What if their pack gets torn by chaos? How will the pack progress? It will give other packs that have branded them as rogues the opportunity to finish them off. No. This must not happen. She wished for help, just anything to keep the pack in peace. All these years, Ravena has been a solid support, building the pack from scratch after their homes were destroyed. And under her wisdom and courage, she found a new pack. A hideout to keep the other packs away from their affairs.

One of the villages where alphas and lunas sent out their kids to practice, learn, train, and act according to what their world wants. My father is the current alpha of the northern pack. The ancient name of our pack was Ravenous Pack, but since the great war, they have erased all names. Each pack should be named after the place where our ancestors lived. The southern pack was last known as The Fenris Pack, because the southern part of the realm, was rich in minerals, and fat field good for farming. The western pack was known as The Vulcan Pack, and the eastern pack, was known as The Gravehill pack.

business? Princess Raven? The memories started flooding back. I have heard of her but could I really be in her body? Princess Raven was the princess of the Cremstone pack, and I had heard about her engagement to the Alpha of the Silverwolf pack, Alpha Orion, just before the incident that happened to me. Alpha Orion was known for his power and ruthlessness, a figure both feared and respected. The thought of meeting someone like him terrified me. How could Princess Raven be engaged to him? How was that even possible?

The air hums with the tension before a storm. Silverpine’s border is crawling with wolves, their black-and-grey cloaks marking them as Blackrock—rival pack, all muscle and malice. Among them, strange shadows flicker in the mist. But worst of all, circling above the treeline, is a raven larger than any natural bird. Its eyes glow with unnatural red, and when it lands on the cracked stump where the wards once stood, the grass blackens under its claws. The pack draws back, bristling. The raven cocks its head, surveying the crowd. Its presence feels wrong—hollow and ancient, as if the land itself recoils.

Raven’s face sparkled with a minute of anger and frustration. “You ain't getting on my nerves intentionally, right?” She asked me. I leaned forward. “Let me keep you company. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I can remain invincible" My voice was calm. Raven gave up. “ Will be studying the pack to collect information about the Crimson Fang and how we can attack them.” She rushed her words.” You must remain a ghost if you must come” I nodded, my words crisp. “ Very well”