Punishing Gray Raven Novels & Stories

“You think you can stop me with your light? You are the very thing I designed this cage to hold. Every spark you throw at me only serves to charge the lens. You are the fuel for your own destruction.” ​From the shadows of the room, six figures emerged. They were the Raven Guard, but they were no longer human. Their bodies had been grafted into steam-pressurized suits of black iron, their eyes replaced by glowing red lenses. They carried massive hammers that hissed with escaping steam, and their movements were perfectly synchronized, driven by a central clockwork brain. ​“Thorne is fighting your dogs at the gates,” I said, drawing my blade. “And we are going to break your toys right here.”

"I say instead of killing him, we make him suffer first. We make it last longer." Damien’s expression shifted, his lips curling in agreement. "I like the way you think." Raven turned to face the gathered pack, her presence commanding. Her eyes swept over them, making sure every wolf in their ranks understood the weight of what she was about to say. "Instead of sentencing Ryan to death immediately, he will spend the rest of his miserable life locked away in darkness," she announced, her voice ringing with authority. "He will never speak to another soul again. He will never see the sun again. His days will be nothing but an endless abyss of solitude. He will rot in that cell, knowing he brough

“Not yet. I want this handled first. Besides… she’s still uncomfortable with me. I don’t know how to reach her.” I understood. Fated mates weren’t always ready when the bond called. The wolf is patient, but the man suffers. “She’ll come around,” I said. “Let’s finish this.” Grant lifted Graham’s limp body and hauled him toward the van. The stink of fear and failure trailed behind him like rot. Tonight, we bury the mess Graham made and, we make the Strigoi bleed. “So what are we doing about Raven?” Grant asked, his voice taut with worry. “I’m worried for her. She might’ve been bitten… you know those things can’t control their thirst.”

Ashton Gray is a heinous criminal who must be punished! "A heinous criminal who must be punished, huh? I never knew the Dominion Vanguard was this good at twisting the truth around. You've truly opened my eyes today. I'm going to have to talk to that leader of yours and ask him how he teaches his subordinates!" Lawrence growled.

he said, already starting a historical lecture about Riven. But for the love of the Goddess, I was not interested in all those at all. I wasn’t really ready for some biography about the Blackthorn family or whatever it was. Especially not with the kind of discomfort I was feeling right there. I could feel the tug and my wolf howling restlessly inside of me. But I still had to act interested even if I wasn’t really invested. “Oh wow. Really?” I said, feigning surprise. “He never really talks to anyone except his teammates. Many think he is proud,” Gray continued, looking back at the place Riven had just passed. Gray was right in this one. Riven was a human peacock.

No, he answered quietly inside his mind, voice shaking not from fear but from rage. We activate Plan B. The wolf stopped pacing. A slow grin stretched across the creature’s shadowed face. Now we’re talking. Another taunt, dripping with wicked delight, "Better pull a sharper trigger this time, dumbass. Something big enough to shove Scarlet straight into your arms… and kick Ronan into his grave." Grey breathed out shakily and lowered his head, letting his messy hair fall over his eyes as if he was barely hanging on. Because pity was power. And Grey was about to use every fucking drop of it.

“Let’s warm her up.” The first slap landed hard on my left ass cheek, making me jerk and moan around the gag. They took turns spanking me, firm, rhythmic smacks that turned my olive skin bright red. Each impact sent jolts straight to my clit. Mark’s fingers returned to my pussy, pumping slowly while Derek teased my asshole with a lubed finger. “You’re clenching so tight,” Derek said, voice rough with lust. “Ever had two cocks at once, Vivian?”

Her pussy clenched around his thick cock, squeezing him as another wave of pleasure built inside her. Grayson leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back. His breath was hot against her ear. “This is just the beginning, Raven. Every week you’ll come here and take my cock. I own this pussy now.” Raven’s orgasm hit her hard. Her walls spasmed around him. She cried out, body shaking against the hood. Fresh wetness gushed around his cock and ran down her legs. Grayson kept thrusting through it, drawing out every pulse of her climax.

A deep rumble pierced through my fading hearing, “this is on you, Grace.” Then there was the silence. Voices vanished leaving nothing but the heavy weight of the void. Like they say, life on borrowed time. It will never be yours, nor mine. Not until a spark of light crack the walls of oblivion. A beam of ray cut through the cracks and went straight to Raven, drowning in his own blood and lifeless. Raven? The energy of that light seemed so warm that it pulled Raven back to his senses, his eyes were half-opened yet it was enough to see the light slowly forming into an image of a wolf… with glowing golden-brown eyes.

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.