Raven 8 Novels & Stories

Everything happening here was being monitored, and this was Raven’s first race with me as part of his team. The sharp screech of the tires at high speed left me in awe. Raven once again took a turn smoothly, while the rival team behind him kept trying to overtake. “Come on, Raven. Only 22 laps left.” My eyes stayed fixed on the screen in front of me. Everything on the track could change in an instant—just a slight mistake from Raven could ruin everything. I was sure Raven could do it, but I couldn’t stop myself from worrying about him. “The Obsidian team is really trying to beat you.” Without realizing it, I pressed my thumb near my lips as anxiety crept in.

I relaxed and let the first tear fall. ”Yes, it’s a girl,” He said with a shallow smile. ~Amber~ ”How much longer?” I asked and tapped away with my foot on the floor of the car. ”Not more than an hour,” Raven said as she drove like a formula 1 driver. On the roads where there was traffic she was more conscious. She didn't feel like drugging a cop with her vamp blood and controlling their minds but as soon as the traffic eased up, Raven pressed on the gas.

“ Son, not here. Too many ears. Let’s go to my office. I will tell you what I know about them “. Eros ushered all of us inside. We walked through the garden into the house and we went up to his office on the second floor. Once we were all seated and the door was locked, I once again asked the same questions. “ Eros, please explain, we need to know what is happening. Why are you on edge?” He exhaled audibly. “ Raven is not an ordinary wolf. She is the Raven Wolf? The rarest kind.” “ Wait Eros, are you talking about the war wolf ?” Allison’s eyes widened. “ Yes, I am” “ No that can’t be…" her pulse rate increased and fear flared out of her pores. " Raven is a late bloomer, “ Allison said with

But Raven was different. “Unlike Rachael, Raven is a fighter. Everyone knows her name. She may not act like a normal woman, but she carries herself like no other woman in this house. She’s a warrior and still a woman.” Mother’s eyes hardened. “That is exactly why she will never bow to you!”

“Executioner.” Ragnar staggered to Raven’s side, his hand gripping her arm, grounding her. “This is it. All of us, together.” Raven nodded, her fire steadying as Shadow pressed against her heart. Her gaze locked on Selene, who hovered above them, monstrous and radiant in her corruption. Flame. Storm. Fang. Blade. They would not bow. “Now,” Raven whispered, silver fire erupting from her skin as she launched skyward, her claws burning brighter than ever.

It gave us the advantage. “ATTACK!” Wyatt said and took off to help his warriors. I have been feeling each death that was happening around the U.S. The numbers were staggering but I tried to stay focused to watch Raven take down Devin. She stalked him like a lion does his prey. Devin shifted into his wolf that was smaller than Raven but was thick with muscle. I felt Raven bring the electricity to the surface and my whole body was sending off little blue sparks as she walked to him. It caused him to pause for a second and look at them before he decided it was not anything to be concerned about.

Raven was rummaging in the kitchens, pulling out leftovers. She didn’t hide how upset she was. Raven felt the need to walk or run to release her nervous energy. The urge to scream remained constant within her. “So, I’m only here because I’m trouble anywhere else. This Pack won’t recognize me as their Luna even though I’m mated to their Alpha and do everything a Luna is supposed to do. Right got it.” Raven knew this enforcer didn’t know about the anger she kept bottled up that he now poked at. He attempted to dislodge the cork of the champagne bottle by stomping on it with the heel of his boot.

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.

“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.”

Dagon punches Bane as hard as he can, I don't feel a thing, aside from being a passenger in my body. "You're barking up the wrong tree, Raven doesn't have Odin. She hosts the one lycan who you're terrified of facing. I wouldn’t be so quick to face her if I were you," Bane laughs, he grabs Dagon by the throat, digging his claws in when our body freezes.