Raven 16 Novels & Stories

Pride versus patience. I lose. With a huff, I get in. He slides in beside me. “Benn y’s place, Dave.” The driver nods and starts the engine. “Where are we going?” I ask. Roland doesn’t look at me. “You’ll see.”

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Charlotte asked Theo. “Around one month or so…Usually, wolves shift after they are of sixteen but there are late bloomers too…those who shift after their teenage years are over…these are the late bloomers…” He answered while looking at her. The field was soon filled with wolves of all colors…brown, red, grey, yellow….but not black and white. The only human remaining on the training ground was the girl, Kira. She moved from pair to pair, watching and shouting words that Charlotte assumed were of appreciation and correction.

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

Raven is a brilliant student but suffers from mild dyslexia which makes it unbearable for her when it comes to computer based exams or tests. Raven makes straight A's and B's in written exams but doesn't do as much when it comes to computer based exams . She rushes to packs her things and prepare for school and then packs as many pills as possible so she doesn't feel too much pain. The bell rings for Language class and Raven packs the materials needed for her test. She goes in and notices that Devon replaces her seatmate Laura . Devon; hey Brownie!!! Raven; hi Devon. Thanks for coming around last night

“I saw the fire. You lit it. I’m inbound. Don’t move.” Callum raised an eyebrow. “Friend of yours?” “She saved my life once,” I said. “Now she’s saving it again.” Raven arrived less than four hours later—low orbit drop from a stealth glider, hitting the snow with a controlled roll and rising like nothing had happened. She pulled off her helmet, dark eyes scanning us with sharp efficiency. “You look worse than the intel,” she said, brushing snow off her flight suit. “But you did it. The Echo Seat. The virus. Even Marek’s scream got caught in the net. Nice touch.”

“Nora is the last of your step-siblings that's alive. And Andrew Miller doesn't do too much again because he's getting old. I'll leave you to make your decision now, Raven. Do you really think you have enough power and resources to take down the richest and most deadly mafia lord in America?“ Raven flinched when he heard Venom's question, like he had indeed been drunk and the question knocked him back to reality. Silence reigned in the car for minutes. Venom finally chuckled and cleared his throat: “I guess your answer's in the negative, Raven.“ “No!“ Raven suddenly said. “I'm going to take down Andrew Miller and the whole of the Black Mambas or die trying. And I'm going to start working tow

"No one else will teach me because you told them not to. I'll have to drag the answers out from you." "But how is Raven alive? I mean, I don't want her to die, but what I heard is that she was supposed to be dead." Knox looked thoughtful. "There's something off about Raven.” “Uuh?" “Her scent changed. It was floral, but now it's sand mixed with rainwater—more like mud in rainwater. Also wolves don't have allergies, but she claimed she couldn't have honey during yesterday's dinner. I can't pinpoint what's wrong."

I knew what they wailing from. Raven was using her Wakisahi and she used it and the most cruelest. ways possible. There were severed hands, arms, and feet around her. She had a Desert Eagle in her left hand and her Wakizashi in her right. I smiled. It was a good day to dance.

My name is Raven Patterson Lowe, mate of Justice Lowe, Alpha of the Blue River Pack. We've been together since high school, and we are chosen mates. We had our mating ceremony when we were nineteen years old, it's been five years since we've committed to each other. As we were getting ready to go to an Alpha's Ceremony at a nearby pack, I watched my husband with an admiring eye, he's so tall standing at 6'5, broad shoulders with an athletic type muscular build. His black wavy hair is combed back, he has honey colored eyes, a long straight nose, full lips and a strong squared jaw. I turn my head slightly to take in my appearance, as I look at my reflection, I finish applying my makeup. I'm qu