Raven And Beastboy Novels & Stories

*Rina* The beast let her go immediately,his eyes changing from red, blue, to dark then finally it settle to the normal blue. I hurried towards Maya to help her up,she was crying and breathing so hard I felt guilty. She push me away and quickly ran out of the room,I turn around to see the beast,my fear returning I bolted the room and ran put,having no idea where I was running to, I knew of I didn't run I may end up like Maya and this time no one would save me.

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.

Tristan replies and Raven avoids his eyes “Can you walk to the infirmary?" Tristan asks and Raven nods her head but as she takes a step, her leg wobbles and she almost drops to her knees but Tristan was quick enough to hold her “You're not a great liar, you know that?" Tristan says and Raven grunts. She was about to retaliate to Tristan's words but the boy lifts her up in his arms “What are you doing!?" Raven asks, startled “What does it look like? I'm carrying you to the infirmary dummy" Tristan replies and turns to Hailey

“We haven’t formally met. I’m Maverick. I believe you’ve met my charming brother.” “Robyn. Robyn Shale.” When I heard a clearing of throat coming from my right, his arm snaked around my waist. I widened my smile. “Kolby. Shale-Kolby. Happy birthday, Maverick.” “Thank you. He’s territorial, isn’t he?” She grinned. “Boys like them are possessive as—” She couldn’t finish her words. Her husband cut in, wrapping his arm around his wife possessively. “Boys?”

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.