Raven 8 Novels & Stories

Raven said, sounding a bit nerved up herself. “What whole thing?” I asked. “You know the Blood Moons?” “How could I forget?” I responded, my hands shaking so badly I had to sit back and put them on my lap. Here it comes. “Father hates them,” I said as the sun beat into one of my eyes, causing me to squint. “Yes, well, that’s all about to change,” Raven said, and I expected a glum look on her face. But instead, she glowed. Her cheeks turning pink. “I’m engaged to be married to Blake.”

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

His deep pink lips parted. “Shane Harley sir.” He introduced himself, sticking his hand out. Mr. Davis had no problems shaking it. Mr. Spencer followed by example. “I’m Raine’s… I mean, Ms. Mcclaren’s shadow for the next few months.” Mr. Davises face beamed. “You should consider yourself a lucky kid!”

“Mind link? Like you guys can talk to one another telepathically?” He nods. “Yes, we can. But that’s beside the point, Arya. You need to know about Raven. He’s a wanted wolf from a pack in the South; his Alpha has been looking for him after he murdered six women in the pack two and a half months ago and fled.” “What?!” I exclaim, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. “I can’t go up there now, knowing that!”

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.

The aura around him sank slightly, and his clear voice no longer carried even a trace of warmth as he calmly called out two words toward the empty mountain forest. "Raven." The moment his voice fell, the previously clear sky darkened abruptly. A giant raven with a wingspan of nearly ten feet, its entire body black as ink and its feathers gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, tore through the sky and dove down from the clouds with a howling rush of wind.

— Good night, Raven. - Goodnight.

Raven’s face sparkled with a minute of anger and frustration. “You ain't getting on my nerves intentionally, right?” She asked me. I leaned forward. “Let me keep you company. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I can remain invincible" My voice was calm. Raven gave up. “ Will be studying the pack to collect information about the Crimson Fang and how we can attack them.” She rushed her words.” You must remain a ghost if you must come” I nodded, my words crisp. “ Very well”

Raven was silent for a few seconds, “I don’t know, but I think I’m going to head out soon. Maybe get a lay of the land again.” “Just don’t push yourself too hard, and if you need anything, I’m a phone call away,” offered Marshal. Raven stood, “Thanks Marshall, for everything. Just in case I don’t come back, donate my shit.” Marshall chuckled, “Not if I go first, with not having you watching my back.” Raven laughed, “Take care old man.” She walked out of the office. *** Raven climbs out of the car in front of an old motel stretching. She walks to the office and saw a larger man behind the counter, bald head, “You Scott?”

Guns. The raven purge has begun.