Raven And Beastboy Novels & Stories

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

The very world seemed to recoil from the collision. “You were never meant to carry this power,” Morgan hissed, forcing their blades apart. “You’re just a girl!” “I’m everything you’re not,” Raven growled, her eyes glowing brighter. “And I’m taking back what you stole.” She struck again…faster and stronger. Blow after blow, she pushed Morgan back, slicing through shadow magic and striking flesh. Morgan screamed, raising a wall of dark mist to shield herself, but Raven didn’t stop. She wal ked through it.

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

I started doing odd jobs for them, stuff no one wanted to do, cleaning up messes, and working my way up to pay-to-hire gigs. The Volkovs were an ancient clan of Russian werewolves, tracing their supernatural lineage back thousands of years. They taught me all about being an alpha and they were the family I had never had growing up with my abusive father. Alex and a few others had wanted to kill my father for what he’d done to me, but I refused. I wanted the bastard alive and knowing his son hated him and would never forgive him. Now, I never wanted for friends or money. Aside from my adoptive family, I had a group of guys who had my back.

“It has the speed, the strength. It should’ve torn you apart the moment it got the chance. But it didn’t. Something is holding it back. Even now, it hasn't yet attacked.” “Knox,” I whispered. “He’s still in there.” “Then reach him,” Raven barked. “Now. Before one of us ends up dead.” I shook my head, as dread surged through me. “The last time I tried that, it almost tore me to shreds.” Raven sighed. “Well, you don't really have a choice, because it will kill you.” The beast took a slow step forward, its eyes were locked on mine. Probably because I was obviously weaker than the other two.

She felt him flinch, unfamiliar with the display of physical affection, but he quickly relaxed in her hold and beamed as he held her back tightly. “Congrats, my brother.” Beast boomed with joy, his arm resting naturally around Carissa’s waist. “I’m happy you got your happy ever after like the rest of us. But we need to focus on the task, everyone.” Beast turned to the growing crowd, and then his gaze rested on Raven. “Do you have everything you need, Raven?” Raven tightened her posture and stepped forward with pride. “I do, and I think I can make their timeline work.”

Her warriors drew weapons, the metallic slide of steel loud in the stillness. “Shields up! Keep them off the handler!” Raven barked. The first beast lunged from the right, a blur of mottled muscle. Raven met it mid-air, claws raking deep. It shrieked, snapping for her throat, but she twisted, driving her knee into its ribcage and throwing it to the ground. Another was already behind her. Ragnar intercepted, his blade flashing silver as it bit deep into its neck. Black blood sprayed, burning the earth where it fell.

Along his forearms, the veins did not just tighten, they rose and bulged like ropes. Then came the hands. The fingers began to lengthen and thicken with horrific speed, the knuckles popping with an unnerving sound. From the tips, where soft flesh should be, five obsidian-black, razor-sharp claws slowly pushed through the skin. “So unfortunate!” Raven's voice echoes through the darkness. The second he stands behind me, I can feel his presence. I quickly rise to my feet and face him, guarding Jay behind me. He's wearing a hoodie, his eyes seem to be a gift from the devil.

But Raven’s heartbeat quickened as she noticed the humans among them were hunters, wielding strange, glowing talismans and dark sigils, magic crackling at their fingertips. Lyandra really brought them all together: Hollowborn, corrupted wolves, rogues and dark sorcerers. Raven’s hands flexed unconsciously as the hollow blade stirred within her, promising a power that burned like fire in her veins. The weight of it was intoxicating and terrifying. She swallowed hard. This was not a simple battle. This was a war that would test every ounce of strength, will power and courage she's ever possessed. Axel’s voice snapped her from the moment. “Raven, we take the left flank. Guardians, follow her. R

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie