Pretty Raven Novels & Stories

Even her name meant a small songbird which fits with the sunny weather so well. Robin took a look at the clothes that Wren had brought with her. She was surprised to see a simple yellow sundress with large printed flowers on it. It looks too bright and feminine for Raven’s taste. In fact they had never seen Raven wore clothes as bright as this and with feminine patterns like its flowers. Raven always wore plain shirts and pants all with the basic dull colors. Still, with her porcelain skin and pitch black eyes and a hair as dark as ebony, her plain clothes still suited her so well.

Ryan's POV The interrogation room exuded an air of cold formality, the atmosphere tense as Raven sat stoically across from me. His usually expressive eyes were now guarded, revealing nothing. I was determined to navigate the labyrinth of truth and deception, to unravel the mysteries that had entwined our packs. "Why did you come to Venice, Raven?" I began, maintaining a steady tone. Raven's gaze met mine, a fleeting shadow of uncertainty or guilt passing through his eyes. "I was here to sign a peace treaty between our packs. It was my father's idea. He thought it would be a step towards unity."

Ingvar looks me in the eye, and I chuckle, knowing from the outside Raven doesn’t look like much, but looks are often deceiving. “Raven is capable of more. She has the power to kill hundreds of thousands without effort. Try to remember, she made all your men lay down their guns with zero effort, imagine what she can do when she’s angry. I’m sure Dagon told you about the battle on the edge of my pack lands not long ago, Raven killed hundreds of vampires without even touching them,” I look him in the eye, his government sent him here because they know Raven is capable of being dangerous.

Raven with her wild black curls and mischievous grin, and Ryker, his emerald green eyes that reminded me too much of his father, whoever he truly was. “But mama,” Raven pouted, her tiny hands cupping something. “Look what I found! It’s a ladybug!” Ryker, ever the quiet and slightly disinterested one, leaned against the nearest tree, his arms crossed like a grownup he wished he’d be sooner than later. “It’s not even rare, Raven.” “It’s still pretty,” she shot back. “Pretty just like mama.” I shook my head, half smiling despite the fact that I should be scolding them for wandering too far. “You two will be the death of me. Come on now, those traps won’t check themselves.”

I mentally patted myself on the back for choosing the appropriate word to use. 'I didn't intend to be that loud. It is just that I have never seen a water fall all my life. I have heard about it and I once overheard the Gamma's daughter back at Attic Moon go on for days about a beautiful waterfall her father took her to visit in a neighboring pack. I had wished I would see it at least once before I die,' Raven said. I laughed hard. I knew she would think I was laughing because of what she said about wanting to see a water fall at least once before she died but I was actually laughing happily at the fact that she just took the bait.

One of the vampires had to have some, but would they give it to me? Then, I heard a tutting from behind me. “Rule one of plotting murder,” Raven said. “Don’t, especially if you’re doomed to fail. The second is don’t be so obvious about it.” I turned to look at her. She looked like she’d just taken a shower. Her eyes glowed with a soft red light. She was wearing another pair of tight leather pants and a camisole shirt under an embellished black corset. She looked as if she had rested and her eyes had a soft glow to them.

Raven does whatever his Mom asks him to do. His Mom and mine have been best friends since childhood back in Japan. We were supposed to be rich, but Dad left nothing for Mom. His Will was under his Mom's name. Grandma hates Mom and me because Mom is Japanese, and I took most of her features. Let's just say she's racist. The driver's door opens. Raven got in. I shrink in my seat. He's very intimidating. He sighed and looked at me. He said nothing. He turned on the car and reversed. I watched as his hand moved on the steering wheel. He usually uses his palm to drive which is fucking sexy.

The introduction of a young lady with dark green hair who looked a little out of place with her long skirt and tight blouse and the little round eyeglasses perched on her nose, caught my attention. Her name was Raven, according to the host, and she was the daughter of the Alpha of the Midnight Hunter Pack. She was beautiful but she looked like she did not want to be here, she was not even making an effort. Her eyes lazily scanned the whole arena before falling on the camera again and she pasted a fake smile on her face before returning to her seat. She seemed interesting. I watched Emilu strut to the camera like a peacock, the smile on her face looked sickeningly sweet as she paraded herself

Raven I stop outside the large house. Great, rich people. The garden is flooded with people, and all the lights are on in the house. The music is loud as I drive in and park up. Walking through the garden I look around. While it’s a rich person’s house and party the guests are far from that. The guests help ease my worries, I know I won’t stand out here.

Raven came down dressed to leave. She had changed out of her uniform. She wore simple jeans and a soft top. Her hair was brushed. Her bag hung from one shoulder. She looked… pretty.....too pretty for a study session. Ragnar growled at once. She dressed up for him. For study, I said flatly. You do not believe that. I ignored him. Raven slowed when she saw us both there. “Oh.” My father smiled warmly. “Raven. Are you going somewhere?” She shifted the strap of her bag. “Yes. I’m going to a friend’s house to study.”