Raven 16 Novels & Stories

Mine is dying, not slowly, but fast. Raven paused for a few seconds, her gaze fixated on the shot glass in front of her . "No one should here this, not in this manner," she said, looking back up at me. "Exactly, Raven," I said, grabbing her shoulder. "But if it dies finally, no one would be able to hide it--" "Let's be positive, Rowen. First off, your wolf wont die. Second--"

She was excited, I was happy for her. "That's really cool." Raven said. She was also padding down the legs of her table with her cloth, doing it far more gently than I or Mavis were. Raven was sixteen and attending high-school in the packland. But for college she'd have to leave the packland to attend a day college in a city or town nearby, or have to move away for a while to attend some of the further colleges. That made me think though. "So will you be moving away?" I asked Mavis. I didn't exactly look at her face in order to prevent her from seeing my expression.

This Raven woman better be good, considering Hector had threatened me to stay away from her. When Raven came on the stage, I had to avert my gaze because, my God, this Raven woman was sexy as hell. She was perfection. Raven was at least five foot nine inches tall, and I would have to say she weighed approximately around one hundred and forty pounds, and it was all muscle.

-xx- “Raven, focus!” Zeev demanded of the omega trainee. Zane already landed a few punches and kicks at him which made Tyr proud despite Zane not feeling his best condition at the moment. It’s already their second round of sparring. Raven has shown a really great potential to be one of the guardians in his near future with his ability and skills. Once it happens, he’ll ascend from gamma to delta and with his potential, be might also reach the beta rank.

Raven's POV I woke up with a muffled scream, I looked around my room to discover that the candle I took from the pantry had burned out. I was sweating profusely. I just woke up from a nightmare which looked like reality. The same dream had been plaguing my dream for long. My name is Raven. I am seventeen years old. I belong to the Attic Moon pack, I don't have parents. Yes, I was raised by the kitchen hands in my pack Alpha's house. Everybody tried their best to avoid me, they say I bring bad luck everywhere I go.

“This one’s new, eh? Who’s this, then, Kade?” Raven’s sympathy for Burt’s nameless wife deepened substantially. “This is Raven Cannon,” said Kade, unflustered. “Senior Risk Analyst to the Board. One of our company’s most promising assets.” Raven let the compliment slide off her shoulders for the moment—she’d remind Kade he’d said it later, when the time was right. Instead, she held out her hand for Burt to shake. Burt took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. Raven almost snatched her hand back—but stopped herself, modeling her expression after Kade’s.

I opened the next page and started reading through it. My mind and brain heated up at the amount of information this book contained. It talked about the raven wolves. The first raven wolf that was recorded centuries ago was in 600 B.c. They were the most feared and also the most powerful apart from pure-blood wolves. The powers they possess are telepathy. Wind control, strength, speed, healing abilities, premonitions, and the ability to control the four elements. They were highly fertile. Breeders! It went on to say how rare and coveted they were and, in the last several millennia, only females have had raven wolves and they came to the world through a normal wolf mating a royal pureblood.

Yeah, lucky guy, Raven thought with admiration as he slid into his silver sedan. He changed cars frequently, so no single car became identified as being his. For some of his long-term surveillances that was a risk. He stuck with popular cars, midrange, and in standard colours, never black or red. Nothing that stuck out, a car that odds were there were five others almost identical sharing the road at the same time.

“Raven who? Man, she's bold, picking a fight at a Madrigal family's party. They're all getting tossed out for sure." “You don't know Raven? She's the one who took gold at nationals, both a shooting champion and a race car driver. Didn't think she'd show up here. Looks even better in person, honestly." “What about the one in pink? Never seen her before, and that outfit's straight out of a vintage catalog."

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”