Punishing Gray Raven Novels & Stories

Instead of yellow eyes, her green eyes, like a soft patch of moss in a meadow, stared back at me, enraged. My smile dropped. I knew her face – six years, and I still hadn’t forgotten that face. Raven Cross. The woman I’d personally exiled before killing her father. Oh no…

But where Damian radiated quiet control, this man seemed to radiate something darker—something that promised violence if you looked at him wrong for too long. Roman Grayson. Damian’s twin brother. He walked like he owned the very air people breathed. He hadn’t gone to the penthouse directly. He’d decided to make a stop here. Why, though? His forearms were on full display. The ink matched Damian’s almost exactly: roses with claws, knives, a skull, rosary beads twisted around the dagger. They were identical—almost deliberate—but on Roman, they looked active, like the tattoos were still breathing, like they still meant something.

“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.”

Bones cracked, fur exploded along her limbs, claws split from her fingertips, and her vision sharpened until she could see every raindrop, every breath of her enemies. In seconds, where Raven once stood, a massive pure black wolf now prowled, eyes glowing like molten gold, teeth bared and dripping with hunger. Ragnar stumbled back, eyes wide with shock, but he didn’t run. He didn’t even scream. The rogues hesitated for half a breath too long. Raven struck. She was a shadow in the rain, claws slashing, teeth tearing as she collided with the first rogue, ripping into his shoulder with a savage snap of her jaws. He howled, trying to fight back, but she was faster, stronger, fueled by the need t

I said, hurrying to the bed to get my shirt before we hurried outside together. Outside, Raven stood beside her bike, her back turned against us. Her black leathered clothes clung to her skin, shimmering. Sunny tapped me quickly and whispered. “ Ghost's in a bad mood today. Don't trigger it” I nodded, fixing my attention on Raven who stood leg akimbo. I wondered why she was in a bad mood. It can't be about yesterday right? But Raven didn't act like someone who was mad. What happened to her overnight?

"That's why we came here!" "Working on it!" Raven was already at the cell door, her hands glowing that familiar silver-blue as she worked frantically on the lock. Sweat was pouring down her face. "These chains are spelled with dark magic. The locks are too hard to break through. It's going to take me more than a minute—" "We don't have a fucking minute!" A corrupted wolf lunged directly at me and I barely dodged, throwing myself sideways. My claws came out instinctively—longer than before, sharper, glowing faintly with that Silverthorne silver—and I raked them across its face without thinking.

Nathan got off of Wayne and fixed himself. Raven was boiling as he stared at an unconscious Wayne. He slowly pulled out a silver knuckle duster. He fixed it on. Nathan's friends rushed up to him. Raven cracked his neck before grabbing one of them by the neck and squeezing it tightly, suffocating him instantly. He punched his face with the knuckle duster. One thing they don't know is that, Raven doesn't like people messing with what belongs to him. He grabbed his head and slammed it on the wall. He grabbed a chair angrily.

~KAI~ The loud buzzer cut through me. Final score lights up...4-3, loss. Jax's fault. He danced around the net instead of burying the puck, took a penalty, and almost started a fight. I am already typing before the crowd stops screaming his name. 'Captain Carter's highlight-reel goal came at the cost of two penalties and a near-fight. Talent doesn't excuse recklessness. The Ice Hawks keep winning despite their star forward, not because of him.'

‘She's beautiful,’ said Wolf, admiration in his blue eyes. ‘Yes,’ replied Raven. ‘Why are you with me and not with her?’ Wolf studied him. ‘Gray magic.’ Wolf nodded in understanding. ‘Been there, done that.’ He gave Raven an encouraging slap on the shoulder and walked away. Raven stared off into the distance, his pale blue eyes undoubtedly showing the pain in his heart. But he had to let her go. He had to. Maddie did not really understand at first what exactly had happened. She remembered the fierce red moon energy that she could not control.

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.